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(or How the Old Poet Got to Penrhys – part 2) The route over Mynydd...
I hadn’t been up the Lesser Garth for some time. Nelly the spaniel and I...
Seth and Ethan are both growing – which means they are more able to play...
I now have my mother’s ashes in a neat little box on my bookshelf, between...
When Seth first saw Ethan, a morning just before last Christmas, he put his hands...
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