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Species Life List « vox scriptoris
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And that voice is mine. Saturday, November 05, 2016 22:45. Bee Eater, Little Green. Bullfinch, Lesser Antillian. Dove, Palm or Laughing. Duck, Black-bellied Whistling. Duck, Lesser Whistling. Eagle, Great Spotted. Egret, Great White. Flycatcher, Great Crested. Gallinule, American Purple. Goose, Great White-fronted. Grackle, Great -tailed. Grebe, Clark’s. Grebe, Great Crested. Gull, Great Black-backed. Gull, Lesser Black-backed. Hawk, Common Black. Hawk, Harris’s. Heron, Black-crowned Night.
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Carlota « vox scriptoris
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And that voice is mine. Saturday, November 05, 2016 22:45. Of course my pernoctations couldn’t last forever and with the onset of winter the memories of family Christmases around cosy log fires began to supplant those of the Spanish girl I thought I had loved. My return to England put behind me the pain of the past and coincided with my father’s plans for a new business venture. It was me he had chosen to run it. Back To Black Wood. The Eye Of The Beholder. Homer And The Ducks. How Oli Got His Name.
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How Oli Got His name « vox scriptoris
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And that voice is mine. Saturday, November 05, 2016 22:45. How Oli Got His name. Then one of the humans suggested that because the little twenty centimetre bear that was coloured mustard yellow all over and, though he was a boy bear, used to wear a bright red ribbon round his neck, tied in a bow at his throat, went on so many holidays they call him Oli. That is the story of how Oli got his name. Back To Black Wood. The Eye Of The Beholder. Homer And The Ducks. How Oli Got His Name. Snowy And The Food Bowl.
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Luke « vox scriptoris
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And that voice is mine. Saturday, November 05, 2016 22:45. So I’d had a drink or two! In that game you drink hard and fast. Hard because we liked the stuff and fast because we couldn’t afford to be away from the trading room too long.You haven’t got the slightest idea have you? Have you any idea what I used to earn? I bet I earned more in a day than you lot do in a month. And you expect me to have lived like a monk or something? A ride in the car was gonna be just the beginning. Look, I know I’d had one ...
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I Took Them « vox scriptoris
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And that voice is mine. Saturday, November 05, 2016 22:45. Took them. I know I did, they think I did. And it annoys me to think I’d got almost to the corner of the street before they caught up with me. I have coveted them ever since I first tried them on and have tried to save up my money so I could buy them. But I’ve never been a saver; I can’t help it. Does that mean I can’t have them? The bitch that stopped me was oh so holier than thou: like she had never taken anything in. What is your address, Miss?
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Dawn « vox scriptoris
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And that voice is mine. Saturday, November 05, 2016 22:45. I wandered away from the car just a short distance hoping that by turning my back on the hospital I might in some way assuage the guilt I suddenly felt. I fell to my knees beside her and said hello to her. ‘My name’s Carmel,’ I said. ‘It means ‘flower’.’ I held the flower out to her and thought I saw some response. What’s your name? She seems quite ill,’ I offered feebly, unable to think of anything better to say. He half looked up at me from the...
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Back To Black Wood « vox scriptoris
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And that voice is mine. Saturday, November 05, 2016 22:45. Back To Black Wood. I fell out with my parents once for calling me Joanne: why couldn’t they call me Emmanuelle? To me, my friend Ellie was always an Emmanuelle, right until the day she died. What you been up to? I shouted from behind a tree. It made her jump out of her skin because, like me, she’d been told by her mother never to go into the wood. Why aren’t you at home already? She demanded, turning round and seeing me hiding. I remember scream...
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Snowy And The Food Bowl « vox scriptoris
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And that voice is mine. Saturday, November 05, 2016 22:45. Snowy And The Food Bowl. Snowy the white rabbit was Stuart’s favourite pet. Mummy and Daddy had bought her for Stuart as a birthday present, and when Stuart first saw her he thought she was very small. I do hope she grows up into a big rabbit,’ Stuart said. The man in the shop told Stuart that if Snowy was looked after and given good food and lots of love she would be very happy and contented. Everyone went outside to see what was going on and di...
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Empty « vox scriptoris
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And that voice is mine. Saturday, November 05, 2016 22:45. The loveliness of the day spread itself before our eyes. A warm sun spread balmy flurries across the land,. The breeze brushing the tops of wild flowers at our feet. Warblers sang inside trees laden with the golden leaves of autumn,. Their song filling the air with a joyous sound. You reached out for my hand and took me, caressed me. We exchanged a kiss at once filled with the bliss of love and mourning of goodbye. And held my arms out for you.
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Home « vox scriptoris
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And that voice is mine. Saturday, November 05, 2016 22:45. Archive for the ‘Home’ Category. Friday, August 19th, 2011. Isn’t my intention to set myself up as an example of all that is good in the written word. I have suffered more than enough criticism over the years to be left in no doubt that what I write is sometimes less than perfect. I hope you’ll enjoy what you see here and, if you do, take the trouble add a comment. Esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae. Back To Black Wood.
