These days…

by Bonnie Pockley

On these days, I find it hard to imagine ever leaving the country to go back to the city. On these days I remember the catalogue of movie scenes, book references and blog pages that I’ve filed away in support of a kind of ‘slow living’. On these days, I remember quiet hopes of open air and children playing. On these days, I realise that I’m already living a simple dream…

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Saturday = late breakfast, spontaneous bush walk and a long park play.

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