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Pink blossom, daubed an avenue of cherry trees, caught in still air; near silence save for a buzz of spring bees. This, yes, I remember this from that visit to Broadhurst Abbey. It all began with that good feeling of being alive to nature's resplendent new life. I later promised Brother Patrick not to divulge my experiences at the Abbey, but ...Venue for a DelegationHe ran back along the wooden dock, in open necked check shirt, best go ashore, jeans and polished brown shoes...'Captain, Captain,' he called out...'What is it Bosun?''They're not coming back.''Do you want to stay then?''No Captain, but they won't leave the bar!''Well, you'd better get on board, then.'Winter in New JerseyGentle waves, trickle, tumble, tease, dry sand....Wind, tidal flow, fearsome rise and fall, contrasts,ray rippled sun dance, cross quiet scene.Waves - verseEntertaining and horizon-expanding short stories, poems and observations.

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Pagina's: 192, Hardcover, Paragon Publishing