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Is there something in the water? within minutes of entering portugal on the little green train, something changed. A heaviness id been carrying that wasnt the damn backpack seemed to dissipate and i could breathe. my skin felt a little less dirty, even my poor old feet felt a little less battered. mama as ever remained nonplussed but i detected an extra wag in her tail. There was no denying that p...
Stories to be told on blue tiles
Apr 01, 2022
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They couldnt hold a candle to her... As meself and mama slow footed our way between train bridge and overpass, sleepy spanish village and other equally docile spanish village.....we were ragged and blistered. Every hour and mile etched on my face. No was the answer, no matter the question and not even a jug of water offered as we passed through church squares where hardly a dog barked nor did a bl...
A trinity of hells and a single burning light
Mar 27, 2022
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When the chips are down .......In a long and shambolic career as a bum, hobo, nomadic fool...I have had plenty of low points. too many to mention really but i believe that challenges accepted, whether or not they are successful, are part of my language, my DNA i suppose. With a song in my heart *downbeat, ragged gypsy miserablism intensifies* I wander, stumbling over myself and the tools I need to...
A pause. ceasefire.
Mar 25, 2022
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