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The Creepy Old Lady

Old farm house at Lanyon Homestead near Canberra ACT Australia

Every day I walk home from school the same way. I step off the bus and cross the road. As I reach the crack in the path I duck my head under the cherry tree branch, I squeeze between the hedge and the brick wall, and then I’m home. Today there was a jagged rock … Continue reading The Creepy Old Lady →

The Taraxacum Flower

"Did you see that woman? She behaves like a witch. I do not like her. Her son plays in the fields of priest's crown. You know, those yellow flowers that are a weed," said Margarita. "Well what can you expect from a woman that was born overseas - probably in an ignorant country - with … Continue reading The Taraxacum Flower →