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  A Full Bus It was the summer of 1989   the last days of the Soviet Union and our first visit to Sochi. We were staying on the outskirts and had taken the bus into town to explore. We waited in a long line for the bus to return so when it came we thought there may not be room, but there was, a squeeze amongst those strangers and a triumph that we made it aboard against all odds! At the next bus stop there was another long line of people and we thought the bus would go past leaving them standing, but it stopped and everyone got on hardly able to breathe now though the driver’s girlfriend helped out by setting on his knee and on we went to the next stop where once again the bus stopped and everyone somehow squeezed aboard. The concept of a full bus simply didn’t exist. And then we were out of town and at the next stop there was noisy good natured concern   in the middle of the crush. Someone wanted to get off. So all the passengers disembarked (apart from the driver’s girl...
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  Power-Play We feel anguished. We feel helpless. We are as helpless as we feel. And the ones with power they feel nothing. The ones with the power to stop the killing and the ones with the power to kill, they feel nothing. https://www.amazon.in/dp/B0GGCM8JRP?ref=cm_sw_r_ffobk_cso_wa_apan_dp_1ATJDJNM5TSCHSHTC8GF&ref_=cm_sw_r_ffobk_cso_wa_apan_dp_1ATJDJNM5TSCHSHTC8GF&social_share=cm_sw_r_ffobk_cso_wa_apan_dp_1ATJDJNM5TSCHSHTC8GF&bestFormat=true
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  The Dying Of The Light The red mist came over him a bright dangerous anger engulfing all of him ready to explode and splinter into sharp shards slicing everything touched. When the explosion subsided and settled into surliness the red faded  into monochrome and the only colours left were the greys, but the whirl of the anger still churned and screamed inside and out as it choked the colours and the bright white with darkness heavy as diamond hard granite impenetrable immovable weighing him down dragging him deeper  into the black hole with the dying of the light. https://4fpwhirl.blogspot.com/2026/01/lynn-white.html
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In The Beginning It was not only the swirling whirl of wind and water that began it all. Not only the sharp grey slabs thrown up and dashed around or rocks coated brown with mud. and slime No, beneath all of that was fire the burning heart that flamed  towards the surface  ready for that day when everything would be burned. https://4fpwhirl.blogspot.com/2026/01/lynn-white.html
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  Come On In “Come on in the water’s lovely” they called out to me  with their arms outstretched and the sweetest of smiles. And I was tempted for sure, their smiles were as entrancing as sirens but their arms waving a welcome reminded me of spiders with their stretched out legs waiting to pounce in this watery web, or the tentacles of sea anemones as they whirl and wave while awaiting their prey. Come on in the water’s lovely lovely lovely lovely. The word echoes through my head enticing me for sure, entrapping me perhaps. I’ll soon find out. https://4fpwhirl.blogspot.com/2026/01/lynn-white.html
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  Re Reading Old Words Once again I’m re-reading old words rereading them over and over again like comfort eating to avoid the shock of the new. Re-read review like an album of old photographs of people locked in their past still located there living there dead history in a flash gone in a flash brought back to life dead renewed on a treadmill turning round and round on a loop replaying endlessly returning like old clothes   kept for comfort   to be worn again like re-read words.   The new rejected neglected shut out so I can languish in the comfort zone of the old dead words for ever. https://edgeofhumanity.com/2026/01/15/re-reading-old-words/
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  Some Of Them Are Brave Everyone knew it was happening the unheard story the tens of thousands dead, the millions displaced, the decades of rubble, the destroyed schools. hospitals, universities everyone knew. Everyone knew it was happening the unheard story even though the journalists were dead or expelled and banned everyone knew. Everyone knew it was happening the unheard story of the hundreds or thousands, or tens of thousands who had disappeared uncharged with any crime or misdemeanour everyone knew. Then three Israeli workers blew their whistles loud and everyone heard what everyone knew. Now the trick is to listen. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-new-season-jacalyn-eyvonne/1149050459?ean=9798989505036
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