Dreams to Reminisce Upon

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There are some like me — who write about barn owls flying on cold wintry nights. Whence, they take flight on fluttering wings — whirling the sounds — flying over fields covered in layers of mist — leaving slipstreams in their wake — ghostly figures — that emerge out of dreams.

Some people write about green grass and sunlit brooks — memories of days of youth. Old men and women — the subjects of their fascination —…

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Interested in people, nature, science and technology, and history. MSc in Research Methods (Birkbeck), MA Industrial Design (UAL)

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Interested in people, nature, science and technology, and history. MSc in Research Methods (Birkbeck), MA Industrial Design (UAL)

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