Babylon By Bus

‘Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.’

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Jam Today

“It must come sometimes to ‘jam today,’ ” Alice objected.

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Which Dreamed It ?

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The Eye Of The Beholder

Every cell knows and talks to every other cell. They exchange a thousand bits of information between them per second. Cells group together, forming a giant web of communication which in turn forms matter.

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Parsley Sage Rosemary And Thymus

I’ve become slightly agoraphobic not because I’m scared of the outside world. It’s just that everything is so strange it is difficult for the mind to process and understand what I am seeing and before I venture out I think WTF will I come across today.

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