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6 wee words

Tuesday, 12th January, 2010 in six words | Leave a comment

“continually empowering tomorrow with today’s positivity“

if i could keep doing that… and assuming that one could accumulate or create sufficient positivity (e.g. feeling of self-achievement / productivity / learning something / doing something good for the community / etc.) each day to fuel the following day… there is a good possibility that i’ll keep “moving forward”!

my six-words for today…

Monday, 18th May, 2009 in la vie... (the diary), six words | 3 comments

“consequences of decision made remain unknown“

… i made a terribly difficult decision over the weekend… and can only hope it is for the best… =(

six words; an evolving memoir

Monday, 13th April, 2009 in la vie... (the diary), six words | 2 comments

audience sought; emotional catharsis: any takers?

— in Six-Word Memoirs Apr 13, 2009

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"On my way home I walked along the wall with the dog behind me. My shoes were squeaking all the way. There were white salt marks where they were already beginning to dry. The sun was starting to come through the mist and it was not going to rain after all. I looked back and saw the sun coming out. The water was so white and so full of bouncing light that I could see nothing at all. It made me want to close my eyes and sneeze. When I looked into the shadows under the trees it was so dark that I could see nothing there either. When you're small you know nothing. I know the sea is like a piece of silver paper in the sun. I can see people walking along the seafront with ice-cream cones. I can hear the bells and I am not afraid of being German or Irish, or anywhere in between. Maybe your country is only a place you make up in your mind. Something you dream about and sing about. Maybe it's not a place on the map at all, but just a story full of people you meet and places you visit, full of books and films you've been to. I'm not afraid of being homesick and having no language to live in. I don't have to be like everyone else. I'm walking on the wall and nobody can stop me." (Hamilton, 2003:295, "The Speckled People")

little keeps…

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