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Japanese tradition devotes an entire philosophy to time spent in
Morning light seeps between the curtains. We're befogged by sleep and the mist
Albert Camus wrote, In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me
The American writer Annie Dillard once said that how we spend our days is, of
The evenings draw ever inwards. When we wake in the morning the light is
Our bed is a private island in a sea of activity, unmatched socks,
When you travel a lot and carry a lot, over time the body wearies and stiffens.
This is a place of not knowing and self-forgetting where life is inescapable
Standing between a rusting metal shed, the tarmacked lane and our sagged fence
As the year comes to a close, three wintry poems for the longest nights.Read
Cool light slants into the kitchen. The windows onto the lane are wet with
TOAST first met Lousia Thomsen Brits when she interviewed Jamie and Jessica for
The fifth in a series of pieces written to photographs taken by Nicholas
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