It was going to be hard for Santa. There was no snow. The street down below was all shiny. It looked like a mirror with the streetlights showing another version of themselves kind of bent down flat on the ice. Perhaps the road would be slippery enough
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In our current difficult times it is easy to think we are hard done by – restricted in where we can go, who we can meet, anxious anything we touch might infect us with ‘Covid.’ But there are blessings. We may not be able to cuddle our
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My first signed book came from Paul Coelho, bought at my first ever author’s event. The evening is memorable for his wide smile and statement that, for him, the appearance of a white feather was auspicious: it was time to write a new book. With feather cushions
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