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A Sunday morning.

The dawning of a Sunday morning. This witnessing of sunrises is becoming something of a habit.
Next I’ll be wandering the fields, with my dog, seeing early morning wildlife. Such as the deer that calmly stood and watched me, as I came across it on a morning walk. If only I could.
Sadly, that’s not possible nowadays. I’m needed closer to home.
But I can dream…oh boy can I dream! Living under the shadow of Parkinson’s will never, ever diminish my dreams.
Will you try and make some of your dreams a reality today? I certainly will.
Have a good Sunday and thanks for taking the time to visit.
Until the next time.

Posted from WordPress for Windows Phone .Landed in Scotland.


Many moons ago, I started to write. But, as life twisted and turned the only thing I got to write was letters, in my job. Things changed, I left my job and returned to the writing. I have loads of ideas and very little time to do them in.( Sound familiar?) I write, because I need to. When I am unable to write I walk in the shadow of madness. Some folk would argue that I'm there already. As well as writing, I read, paint, garden, knit and have just started making candles. I am owned by a retired greyhound called Daisy. My previous greyhound(Misty) was the inspiration to get writing again. Daisy is keeping that inspiration alive. Thanks for reading. Dorne x

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