“Mum, do you know what the division of labour means?” asked my 10 year old son, enthusiastically, at the end of another interesting day at school. Of course, in typical mum fashion, I pretended not[…]
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Tag: Voice
Imagined Enemies
Imagined enemies Are nowhere greater, Than in your own head. That voice of doom Telling you that you cannot, When you know you can. The voice that restrains you, And keeps you in check, When[…]
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This moment…
Nothing quite like the calm after the storm, the silence after the beautiful rain, the stillness of the night after a busy day, and the beauty of listening to your own voice after letting everyone[…]
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