Wednesday, 2 January 2013

2 January 2013

 I stop to listen and am aware there is no silence. In the misty dusk a plane droning overhead, the ever-present traffic and a dog barking in the distance. The phone rings..
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  1. Small Stones from Helen2 January 2013 at 13:29

    Lovely to read this ... we must both have been in a dusky, doggy sort of place!

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  2. mimsy2 January 2013 at 13:32

    Indeed - though only putting the bin out in my case!

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