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view from the vista house in oregon | miss juliet poe’s emporium
Do you remember telling me about those long-ago days when you, as a teacher, would speed in our sturdy blue Corolla all the way to Daddy’s office at church? And you’d rush through the double doors and race down the stairs and swoop me up off the floor for cuddles? The doors would swing in the aftershock of your presence, silently thumping along – mimicking the noise in my chest, and in yours and in the whole great world. Thump thump thump.
You told me you hated your job at the school, you hated being away from me. Leaving made your heart pang because you missed me so. I kept Daddy company while he studied and read, me on my belly with my crayons and winnie-the-pooh colouring book, Daddy at his desk preparing for Sunday’s sermon. I remember…
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London. View from Blackfriars Railway Bridge over the River Thames to St Paul´s Cathedral.
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