Whispers

Whispers 6

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Something called time, I seem to remember in a rather foggy way, was always important to me. Being on time for trains or meeting people, delivering a manuscript on time all, apparently, meant a great deal to me. Now, transported…

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Whispers 5

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Time has little meaning for me so my apologies if the gap has been overlong since I last communicated. You will notice that the heading has changed and this is as the result of suggestions that some of you found…

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