Three red cars
“On my way to school I watch the cars going past the bus and remember their colours. 3 red cars in a row mean that it …
“On my way to school I watch the cars going past the bus and remember their colours. 3 red cars in a row mean that it …
Pampering myself is not something that comes naturally. I always feel it is being selfish. Guilt nags away at me. The reason for this is …
On the plywood wall, young love sears with a white hot heat. Somebody JSH has a big, hot red heart for somebody ABs. Probably someone Joan …
Dragon gates? Maybe the designer was inspired by the sword blade cabbage tree leaves, or by palms, or ferns or who knows – to me …
Mmmm-mmm — Chilean guavas. I love fruit, and I’ve always had a particular attraction exotic fruit. As kids Mum would never buy us fireworks for …
Another long day – if it was even slightly likely to go wrong today, it did so. You get days like this every now and …
Anyone that knows me would tell you that I don’t drink very much alcohol. My favourite wine has always been red wine but for some …
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are …
Cities always seem to resonate their own colour scheme. London is red and black. For me, Wellington is about terracotta and cerulean blue. Sure, there …
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