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Robin's Nest: Table d'hote
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Wednesday, August 5, 2015. It was the last day of our holiday in France where we had made friends with another couple and planned our last evening out with them at a cafe in the Latin quarter. We had made no reservation but just wandered the crowded streets hoping to find one with the right local feeling about it. Eventually down a dark back street we could see some beckoning lights and the chatter of customers seated outside. Image found at www.paris-paris-paris.com. August 6, 2015 at 2:34 AM. Cheers an...
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Robin's Nest: August 2015
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Saturday, August 29, 2015. The sun hides his face. Amber dawn heralds the day. Night's secrets now hide. The sun's wide grin smiles. Nature speaks with one voice. I worm out of bed. Stop, my sweet wife says. You're leaving me here to rot? She fosters that look. Life's not that easy. Marriage taught me a great deal. The sun hides his face. Image found at www.cherrymenlove.com. I hear the tap of his cane. Before I see him. The athlete now gone. Swarthy sportsman in his prime. What smooths his way now?
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Robin's Nest: May 2015
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Saturday, May 30, 2015. Cherries in her hat. I waited for her. She is late for her latte. This girl that I've dated. Is a bit arty-crafty. I like her so much. Should I buy her ring? Now there is a thought. But she's covered with bling. She's got this gold chain. Somewhere there in with the rest. Fourteen carats so she says. But it's lost on her chest. I'm boiling just waiting here. Here she comes, thank goodness for that. Now here's a strange surprise. There are cherries in her hat! Leads to a fight.
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Robin's Nest: April 2015
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Wednesday, April 29, 2015. Justice is so fair. Justice for the rich. Prison for the poor. Just who would want for more. Guilty is a sin. Locked up you must be. So that you're no longer free. Your kids were hungry. That you could not abide. Now you'll be rotting here inside. Business man here too. Special treatment he'll rank. Will be out soon with money in the bank. Justice is so fair. So what's your colour Jack? A long sentence, 'cos you're black. Image found at www.123rf.com. Beer, beer, glorious beer.
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Robin's Nest: Night my companion
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Sunday, August 9, 2015. I was so restless. I could not sleep. Dressed and took a walk. Still a dark night. Morning yet to come. But light to see by. My friend was there. Moon skipped in and out. Owl hooted with laughter. As the wind whispered. Then there was a howl. How I love the scent. Of the night air. How I love her. She's my true friend. Image found at www.motherscircle.net. August 9, 2015 at 12:42 AM. August 9, 2015 at 1:18 AM. The night is often a soothing companion.a time of true reflection.
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Robin's Nest: Delving Deep
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Saturday, August 8, 2015. She took my hands in hers. Looked first at my palms. Then deep into my eyes. My heart just like a drum beat. As she read me, knowing me. Scouring, scrying my past. And reading the future. By her diviners ancient art. Delving deep into my soul. Parting the web of my mind. Uttering a rattle in her throat. That slowly receded to a gasp. She opened her eyes wide. Only then to cry out. Staring at her fingers. Like a spiders web. All the while chanting. Sending chills through me.
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Robin's Nest: Old Mack
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Wednesday, August 12, 2015. Old Mack the clock and watch man had died and I was dating his granddaughter Lydia but please no jokes like my friend Jock who said, "It's about time you two got married", or you will wind me up! I was asked to help sort out and clean up the tiny shop he had on the High Street so that a new tenant could move in so I went down there with her to help. Image found at www.plads.com. August 13, 2015 at 12:03 AM. Suggestively perfect partnership in love and perhaps in business too&#...
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Robin's Nest: I am such a fool
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Sunday, August 9, 2015. I am such a fool. I am such a fool. We'd spent the night bickering. Now your soft warmth calls. Don't fancy the corded couch. Or the cold hard floor. I crawl into bed. Your breathing is regular. Hoping you are asleep. Don't hear you protest. Can't bear to sleep separate. No signal from you. I kiss your shoulder. You murmur "You took your time". Turns and kisses me. Location: Adelaide SA, Australia. August 9, 2015 at 2:29 AM. August 9, 2015 at 3:59 AM. August 9, 2015 at 4:15 AM.
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Robin's Nest: Hobo
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Saturday, August 15, 2015. We called him Hobo. A stray dog from who knows where. But he stayed with us. He was a bitser. Quite a strange combination. With a heart of gold. He joined our kids gang. So went everywhere with them. Come rain hail or shine. Loved it down the creek. Chasing them over the hill. He slept all alone. Despite hairs found in their beds. He was one of them. Friend from the country. Said there was Dingo in him. Hobo just shook his head. He yelped in his sleep. Telling us about his past.
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Robin's Nest: June 2015
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Sunday, June 28, 2015. Just for the records. What can I tell you. About my beautiful Kathleen. I loved to touch her hands. How she'd get lost in a book. No idea where she was. It was the same with letters. She's rush to the mailbox. As though a lover had written. Yet I thought I was him. Just for the records, it's over. Finished, she's gone, run off. Going to the shops" she said. Must be still there, it's dark now. While I'm sitting here alone. Waiting for my phone to ring. Thinking about my life with her.
