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Our stories
Through the window
Geraldine's story Morning or evening skyline My familiar friend You’re the rhythm of my days Endlessly, over and over again. ...
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We were walking the dogs on top of our world - Jean Marie forever fearful of an empty fridge suggested a salad for dinner - I gently rem...
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Angie Subject: I remember when I remember when Easter was full of sunshine and my beautiful sugar egg had a window at one end to peep ...
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Monica's story: First Flight Sitting in my first class seat sipping champagne at some unearthly hour of the morning, the first flight ...
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