Category: Story
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Hidden Gold
“Nothing but hot air” was all mum ever said about dad on the rare occasions she’d say anything at all. When we were kids, me and my brother used to imagine him literally full of hot air, blown up like a balloon,…
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The Path
Take a seat and imagine you’re walking down a path. It’s pretty tough going, with unexpected bumps and dips that make you stumble and prickly brambles that scratch at your arms and legs. The path is narrow and steep with lots of…