Everyday I Write The Book

By Eyecatching

The planets

As a little boy I used to imagine that the baubles on the Christmas tree were worlds in their own right. I still look at them with the same wonder.

Day nine of the seriously annoying cold. We managed a short walk just to get out of the house. 

Watched The Storied Life of A J Fickry tonight. A very silly film with some beautiful photography.

Frustrating days.

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