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Saturday, 02 August 2008 |
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The rain doesn't want to stop talking us, following us, embracing us whenever we step outside to meet it. That's fine by me.
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Saturday, 19 July 2008 |
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Have been working and working away and scurrying into homely corners at night, with the storms lashing outside, or the winter chill tickling its chilly fingers over my nose as I lay in bed. Oooooo winter. I am surrounded by instruments! I have been given two guitars, a set of uillean pipes, and most wonderfully, a BANJO from my papa. I do love my ole dad. Shall only hope to do him proud...he traveled all the way down from the Hokianga for our Noblewoman launch, played his washboard on Railroad Bill, then sped off northward again. What a Legend.... |
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