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In Our Youth
Sometimes, I miss the vivid joy of childhood in summer. In one of those fits of nostalgia, I wrote this poem – it was also mid-winter and I was feeling particularly heat-starved! In Our Youth High noon. High Summer. Cicadas croon in pillows of feverish heat As the day burns in bright dust And heady,…
The South African in England, writing on Greek mythology, of course
So…… I haven’t posted in a while, ahem, oops! This is mainly due to the finishing of a degree, a trip home for a fantastic family wedding, and now hunting for a job. I haven’t had much time to sit down and write anything chunky, like an article, review or recipe, but I am one…
Caitlin spends her time collecting as many fun and useless skills as possible.
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