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      <title>Revivifying</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt=&#34;revivify&#34; loading=&#34;lazy&#34; src=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/revivify.jpg&#34;&gt;&lt;em&gt;For The Sunday Muse &lt;a href=&#34;http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2019/06/sunday-muse-61.html&#34;&gt;Prompt, #61&lt;/a&gt;. Photo Artistry by Erik Johansson Master Photo-manipulation Artist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;\&lt;em&gt;\&lt;/em&gt;\*
Slat by slat,
dab by dab this
dream in grey is
being remade into
a sea of blue, its
quiescent skin stretched
tight like a canvas
between the present and
the past where the sky
meets the earth&amp;rsquo;s lie.
Each slat was once alive,
each cell once bursting
with the pressure of rich
water, drawn by breathing;
air and sunlight entwined
in a dance whose beat
is borne in the body,
from seed to fruit
to seed by rebirthing.
Now this dream of grey,
frozen still, is reawakening
each dab of colour returning
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      <title>Weekly Photo Challenge - Dense</title>
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&lt;p&gt;An exploded view of a Formula One Racing Car, a memento from the weekend&amp;rsquo;s frolicking at the &lt;a href=&#34;http://www.mercedes-benz.co.uk/content/unitedkingdom/mpc/mpc_unitedkingdom_website/en/home_mpc/homepage/mbworld.html&#34;&gt;Mercedes-Benz World&lt;/a&gt; in Brooklands. For the prompt, &lt;a href=&#34;https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/dense/&#34;&gt;&lt;em&gt;dense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>03. On Writing and Life</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2017 19:47:08 +0000</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;The final days of the holidays- I am back at work on Friday — seem like a good time to put a dent in my reading plans for the year, which is how I finally get round to reading &lt;a href=&#34;https://www.amazon.co.uk/d/Books/Ghana-Must-Go-Taiye-Selasi/0670919888/&#34;&gt;Ghana Must Go&lt;/a&gt;, an airport impulse buy whilst waiting to board a flight last summer.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few pages in, I find myself wondering what the fuss about the book many years ago was about, steeling myself for a long, hard slog. By the time I am midway, I find myself pleasantly surprised by the pace and the sense of recognition its themes engender in me — grief, loss, growing up in an African home and the immigrant experience, being the chief ones.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Weekend Diary - Of Trains and Stolen Things</title>
      <link>https://archive.rustgeek.me/2015/07/31/the-weekend-diary-trains-stolen-things/</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2015 11:30:21 +0000</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;I realise the reservation ‘gods&amp;rsquo; have dealt me a dubious hand within five minutes of coming aboard the 11.03 to Edinburgh Waverley. That is all the time it takes for me to spot the trio of old geezers parked in the pair of seats immediately to my right and be swarmed by the posse of loud, giggling women who breeze past on their way to the seats they have reserved a few seats behind me. Between them, they kick up a racket whilst the train loads up, from which I overhear that the men are offshore workers returning home - somewhere beyond Edinburgh - after three weeks offshore, and the women are headed to Edinburgh for a hen do.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>About Town: Slivers of summer, art in the &#39;Deen and stumbling on my first Tartan Parade</title>
      <link>https://archive.rustgeek.me/2012/07/30/about-town-slivers-of-summer-art-in-the-deen-and-stumbling-on-my-first-tartan-parade/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2012 20:45:39 +0000</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;The sun is out, belatedly, and in its weakly warm, barely there, almost autumnal pall I feel a small sense of relief that summer has not passed us by in its entirety out here in our little wind swept corner of the world. Not since the &lt;a href=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/2012/05/roasting/&#34;&gt;back end of May&lt;/a&gt; have we had weather remotely resembling summer; and with this tiny sliver of sunshine comes the urge to go out and do something. Thankfully Union Square with all its delights - and sun bathed open spaces - is only a brisk ten minute walk away from work, so I make a few phone calls and get my two friends from across town to agree to a meetup to catchup over lunch.  We end up - and there must be no prizes for guessing here - at Nandos and we order our now standard fare, a platter of peri-peri chicken and a variety of sides to share. I go for a mixed leaf salad - between &lt;a href=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/2011/08/calorie-counting/&#34;&gt;Sister #1 and the Irish drinkard&lt;/a&gt;, calorie counting has become my new obsession. My buddies, not shackled by the need to rein in bulging waistlines - both go for other less healthy options; OOO going for two sides of rice and Og going for a large serving of peri-peri salted chips. Between placing my initial order, and getting my loyalty card swiped, it turns out my last but one visit has entitled me to an extra half serving of chicken, which I add to my current order. All told we end up binging on a chicken and a half in the hour we spend there. Fully fed, with sagging guts and brains groaning at the small matter of another four hours of work, we down our coffees and leave to start heading back up to work. Having safely dispatched them to their cars, I settle in on one of the benches in front of the Union Square building to catch another half hour of sunshine before heading back to work.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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