Sometimes even a warm winter weekend is a gift, an escapade from the stress that accumulates over the week. I have spent a major…
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Sometimes even a warm winter weekend is a gift, an escapade from the stress that accumulates over the week. I have spent a major…
Ensanguining the skies How heavily it dies Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound Not further to be found, How hopeless…
The sunrise time in Sydney is 7am these days, but we all know that it’s the Golden hour, before sunrise, that’s absolutely magical. Since…
There are dreams imprinted on clouds, passing over realms unknown. We look up and sigh and wish, maybe admire too, the carefreeness, the fluidity, …
My darling husband would soon stop going out on outings with me, mostly because I get down and dirty, to do some Yoga Poses.…
Hello there, not much to say today except the lights on Sydney Opera House were gorgeous. As a part of Vivid Sydney, the city…