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Flying high, higher, up past the clouds lifts the Eagle. Soaring up and up so that come the darkened evening,…
by Jo Phillips
by Jo Phillips
Flying high, higher, up past the clouds lifts the Eagle. Soaring up and up so that come the darkened evening,…
by Jo Phillips
Perfume renders us captive by all it brings to our world, a scent that explodes out of the bottle that…
A club, wooden floors dark but full of life, the scent of wood, gin coffee, smoke, flowers, and amber drift…
by Jo Phillips
Its that time of year when the blossom has reached its optimum richness and now all that is left are…
by Jo Phillips
We know clothes ‘maketh the man’; the cut of his suit, his silk pocket square, shiny brogues, or blue jeans and…
by Jo Phillips