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YOU NEVER FIND SHOREHAM, IT FINDS YOU

YOU NEVER FIND SHOREHAM, IT FINDS YOU

I think I was probably about fifteen summers at the time. I’d been up by the Cross with Harry looking for bits of shrapnel that had fallen from the sky. This was the summer of 1947 and the sky had started to get blue again. The world had started to smile, once more.Harry had been called from the bottom of his hill by his grandfather (who had been a Sergeant-Major in the war) to tell him his meal…

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LIVE. LOVE. ASAP.

Run my friend and don’t look back Don’t think the rest of life is yours Or that unfinished day Will hold its course as planned Take what you think is needed now Don’t hesitate, for loss is never reinstated Breathe deep and strong Then run and love and live And tell all of those who need to know How much their hearts are needed. bobby stevenson 2022 x

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Shoreham, Christmas, 1944

There is a village, Shoreham, in the south-east of England which stands alone in many ways. None more so than during the years of World War 2 when every building sustained some bomb damage. In this little hamlet, the folks were, and are, made of stouter stuff and for every injury inflicted on the village, the hearts and minds of the villagers came back twice as strong. I have to say that the…

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THESE STREETS ARE NEVER EMPTY

THESE STREETS ARE NEVER EMPTY

Edited in Prisma app with AquaEdited in Prisma app with Leya These streets are never empty, Not even on the quietest of nights, With the tooting of your little sports car’s horn As you drive through the village, Or the applause from inside when you perform another Breath taking trick. These streets are never quiet, As I listen to your whistling as you cut another lawn, Or you asking,…

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Coming Home

COMING HOMEWhen he stepped from the train, there was still heat in the air. He could smell the fields and the soil, and as he looked across the platform, he was sure he could see his father walking up to the station to meet him. But like everything else in his life, they were all gone a long time ago.He’d been back for his father’s death, of course, and he had thought about all the things they…

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Shoreham, Christmas, 1944

There is a village, Shoreham, in the south east of England which stands alone in many ways. None more so than during the years of World War 2 when every building sustained some bomb damage. In this little hamlet, the folks were, and are, made of stouter stuff and for every injury inflicted on the village, the hearts and minds of the villagers came back twice as strong.  I have to say that the…

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The Stalk Exchange

If I had started the story, ‘once upon a time’ it might have given me more leeway with the tale that lies ahead – but the bottom line, the very bare-knuckled truth about it all is that everything described in this story is the God’s honest truth, may I be struck down and turned to stone if it ain’t so. When did it take place? You might ask. Well not as long ago as you would have imagined, and…

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Woodrow Here’s the strange thing, no one was ever really sure when Woodrow moved to the village. You must remember him?