Letters of Life

Month: September 2014

Under a Pale Blue Sky

September, when I was young, tended to be melancholic. Or should I say, I was melancholic whenever September came round. September at seventeen was rainy days and solitude in an empty house in a quiet neighbourhood that had since become more upscale than it ever was when I was living there. The rain soothed my spirits,… Read More ›

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Emerald Hill Days

On this little tropical island, there is a very old town house on Emerald Hill. Built at the turn of the twentieth century, this old house has been lovingly restored, with handmade bricks on a wall in the inner courtyard where two koi swim in a pond under a skylight. I have never been inside these… Read More ›

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