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A tale form the base of Olympus – Chapter 14

This is a continuation of earlier posts. Context is found in previous parts. A season turned before I knew where the days had been and now I stand in my Alexandria again. More carts choke the byways than in that … Continue reading

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A tale from the base of Olympus – Part Thirteen

This is a continuation of earlier posts. Context is found in previous parts. Pink and white blossoms are erupting from the trees heralding the return of Persephone in this Away & Beyond. Soon, the fields of yellow canola and golden … Continue reading

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A tale from the base of Olympus – Part Twelve

This is a continuation of earlier posts. Context is found in previous parts. Standing in the vestibule of what was, until a few days ago, that place of gathering, of thought, of light … she is empty, like some place … Continue reading

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Of birth and being: my Alexandria

Possibly two years ago I began reading a novel, a big chunky paperback in which to lose the minutes of my days and let my mind imagine a bygone era. Set in ancient Egypt, it revolves around the city of … Continue reading

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A tale from the base of Olympus – Part Eleven

This is a continuation of earlier posts. Context is found in previous parts. I am crunching through the grass, frost leaving the toes of my shoes damp. Crisp grass, cold morn, frozen nose … I have always been a child … Continue reading

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Revelation

Escape is a place, one where I stroll among images that make me feel good. Some of those images are pipe dreams, some are nostalgic, some are wishes that hang on gossamer threads that glisten as they slowly turn in … Continue reading

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A tale from the base of Olympus – Part Ten

This is a continuation of earlier posts. Context is found in previous parts. Before Away & Beyond, before Alexandria, before even that place that once I believed to be my own Utopia, I called the beautiful Pompeii home. With its … Continue reading

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A tale from the base of Olympus – Part Nine

This is a continuation of earlier posts. Context is found in previous parts. Part Nine She is sitting at the city walls, her meagre possessions, all that she can carry at her side in a canvas sack. On her other … Continue reading

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A tale from the base of Olympus – Parts Seven & Eight

This is a continuation of earlier posts. Context is found in previous parts. Part Seven She is burning, my Alexandria. I can smell the smoke, long before I see it and know that the marauding plague has penetrated my precious … Continue reading

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A tale from the base of Olympus – Parts Five & Six

This is a continuation of earlier posts. Context is found in previous parts. Part Five I have stood at the end of the road, watching others haul their carts, laden with salvage away from the rising waters. The floods I … Continue reading

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