Solid as a ring of stones and older still,
Resolute and remarkable.
Evergreen and tough as ivy's living roots fixed in rock,
We are all connected, we are all free.
Joy and sadness bind us both,
The hooks and loops that keep us close
As any sett or warren warm
With bodies, beating hearts and blood.
Each of us is all of us,
Souls cemented brick by brick.
Home is where we stand or scatter
Elastic yet with iron bounds.
And carved upon a homespun niche
In pride of place lest others doubt
The import and the honesty
Of that one word, one ideal.
Family.
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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
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