The wind howls an assault upon the walls, the cold seeps in through cracks no one can see. Space around the door, old panes in the windows; this house is frail but it is mine, like my life, unfettered, like my soul.
"5 minute walks"
A sailboat, a couple, and their little dog too.
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Poems | England | Staffordshire | East Anglia | Northern Ireland | The Needwood Poems.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
The road to the forum is paved with good intentions.
researching my ancestors
Paper and Salt attempts to recreate and reinterpret dishes that iconic authors discuss in their letters, diaries and fiction. Part food and recipe blog, part historical discussion, part literary fangirl-ing.
Gather. Discover. Cultivate.