Tag: Follow your Dreams
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Jessica and Pieter-Jacobus
All the while she gazed out her upstairs window – the bright moonlit Transvaal winter’s night revealed a fantasy landscape before her. It was a stage upon which she could set the actors as she wished.
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Manifesting…..
A Pick-n-Pay Experience I have often heard that Pick ‘n Pay ran competitions where one could win a month’s worth of groceries and wished I might be a lucky winner. One day, Stella and I were debating as to whether to leave the comfort of our apartment, go out into the cold and do some…
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Behind Every Great Man……
Idiom circa 1900. We were a small family group, spirits a little down, at having bid a daughter/sister/granddaughter/niece, ‘bon voyage’ on her flight to London; first leg of her new career after graduating her honors degree at Wits University. We strolled the restaurant corridor at the airport concourse; for the most part swallowing hard, some…
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Resplendent Heaven
I was all of twenty years old and in love. We met at a Fabric Designers workshop and the moment my eyes gazed into hers, I knew I had reached heaven on earth. She invited me to join her for a weekend getaway in the mountains, with her Fabric Designers Group. At nineteen she…
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The Little Prince – Book Review Part Two
In the original book review, I discussed aspects of the book written by Antoine De Saint-Exupery. See Previous publication. However, as promised, I will now take you on a behind the scenes journey in terms of the lives of the author and his wife, Consuelo Suncin and finally the death of the author.
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The Little Prince
A Book Review The Little Prince was authored by Antoine De Saint-Exupery (1900-1943), a French nobleman, in 1943. De Saint-Exupery was an aviator and the author of several bestselling novels, but the Little Prince far exceeded his wildest dreams.
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Trail of Wilderness
Medieval Prose by sirpeterjames.com Along the trail of wilderness wandered I ,my heart did cry, who am, I who am I? Yet no reply, no reply came to my reporte. Yet did the wind call in its flight yonder. Is this the voice I seek, the voice of my thoughtse? Nay, surely not; the wind…
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Early Morning
I LOVE TO WATCH A SUN RISE ACROSS THE FIELDS FAR WAY, SPLASHES OF COLOR, BRIGHT SHADES OF RED IT IS A SIGNAL OF A BEGINNING DAY. THE CLOUDS MARCHING ACROSS THE SKY FLUFFY BILLOWS OF SOFT WHITE, THE SUN PEEKING UP OVER THE MOUNTAIN PROMISING TO TAKE THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT. THE FLOWERS…
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A Tailor’s Shoppe
Per chance, there was a day, when as I went, I espied, that there were a tailor’s shoppe along the waye. Surely, I cried, this is the place that I should seek, to have those changes to my attire that I wish to make.
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