Nature
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Keep your nails to yourselves please
In our garden lives a miraculous tree. A very old pear tree. When we first came here the tree was sick. It had a moan about it and sent all it’s leaves into a fit of rust coloured splotches. The branches drooped down to touch the ground as though too tired to lift up. It…
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Puzzled monsoon puddles
November had learnt a new language and bickered alot, I noticed. It squabbled alot in it’s northeast monsoonal rainy days this year, I realised. Where sporadic bolts of lightning as though recharged sparked in renewed charge against the blackness out the window for anyone who looked. From a raging storm’s point of view, farmer Dasa’s…
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Hope in a spring blossom
Winter blues and foggy greys had painted a layer so thick that I could not paint over or through it. I had used every brush and stencil to cut through. To no awail, as my eyelids drooped more and more each day. Then one day came a wrap, wrap, knock. Not on my door, but…
Gayani Jayathilake 