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      <title>Homecoming...</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img loading=&#34;lazy&#34; src=&#34;https://notesofalostson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/179-homecoming.jpg&#34;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For The Sunday Muse &lt;a href=&#34;https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-sunday-muse-179.html&#34;&gt;Prompt #179&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;**
The scent of life and of living
hangs heavy on this place,
Here, where the weight
of memory and first things
lose themselves in the labyrinth
of the mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First step, first walk, first smile.
First  words - garbled beyond
recognition but finding
the connection between
the proffered body
and sustenance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First leaving, first returning
&lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; leaving - the first steps
of a  lonesome journey
to a far country, of seeking
the wily welcome of the open world
calling - siren-like - from beyond
the walls that time has built.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Summer&#39;s end, chicken fajitas and cuts at the BEEB</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 Sep 2010 06:48:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Only the most deluded of persons would deny that summer is well and truly over. Not only does it feel quite chilly, the trees also think so. Hyde park, which by much squinting I can just see from my 13th floor window at MO Corp, is covered in a layer of browns, reds, golds and the odd green patch crafted by fallen leaves as the trees acknowledge autumn. The sun on the odd occasion it manages to peek from behind the dull clouds seems weak, tired and offers no real warmth. Moments like these are those which fill me with a misplaced sense of nostalgia. Mercifully, I have my fleece with me as I head off to lunch with the team from work.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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