Amy Johnson born 1 July 1903
With feet on the ground
or flying high in the clouds
the sky’s the limit
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Amy Johnson born 1 July 1903
occasional creativity in a bloke-shaped package
- Chitkala
Last Stage
Searching, settling, sauteeing and spritzing
Still Trying To Make Sense Of It All
A Journal Of Everyday Life With Occasional Dips Into The Unexpected
Living: All Day Every Day: Then Chattering About It
Trying to write books I'd want to read.
fiction.poetry.art.truth.humor.life
fun, interesting and provocative musings by a 70+ youngster
The wit and wisdom of a man who has neither...
Tracing a life through stories of death. Sometimes funny, sometimes not.
a light hearted look at caravanning through the eyes of a couple of grey nomads.
Paeans To Brokenness
You Might Have the Better Claim But I Have the Bigger Army
shit storms, shame, and stories that make you cringe
Because sometimes life just makes you stop and think
a little lunch, a little wine, a LOT of talking!
Power Exchange and Letting Go........
It’s amazing how we can fly without leaving the ground.
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I was 12 when the 60’s arrived!!!!! Then there are the fights of fancy, and my mind is forever whizzing around.
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Our thoughts surely collide up there Peter 😉
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I’m more than happy for those type of collisions Colleen!
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Today I am grateful for my followers for inspiring me.
Every person here is an inspiration for other.
We all are following each other.
We are sharing our stories, feelings,emotions on a common platform.
Who knows how and when our writing becomes a solution or key to someone’s problem…..
So keep writing ….✍✍
Keep motivating….👍👍
Keep smiling…..😁😁
We will leave the world one day but our writing will keep us alive always….
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Thanks For being a part of this journey…🙏🙏
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