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The detective was questioning the eye-witness to a smash and grab robbery. “What did you see?” “Four masked men in a large sea blue car pulled up and…….”. “Hold on what the heck colour is sea blue? I have heard of sky blue, royal blue. Where I come from the sea is green, as in sea green!” The witness replied, “I got the number, It might have been aquamarine, a cross between, blue and green.
Written by John Yeo ©
To ascend anywhere upwards, in the absence of wings and the ability to fly, requires some form of stairs to climb.
Even a sheer rock face on the side of a mountain needs steel pegs banged in to allow one to climb it.
A gentle slope along a path leading up a grassy hill usually has certain stages, bends or twists with minor bumps and lumps, that can be looked upon as a form of stairs.
Any creative task needs to be attempted step-by-step. I remember a spiral stairway up a round turret in a castle.
We climbed once stair-by-stair.
If you could lay your past lifetime out in a long timeline, then select any spot using your memory, or sticking a pin into any random part of the life-line, you would come to a period in your life and a certain place where you were living or visiting. This could be worked out mathematically and precisely to enable a return visit to the most beautiful place you have ever been to in your life. A place where you reached the highest level of happy peaceful contentment where a return visit would recapture the feelings of exquisite intellectual pleasure regained.
They came to the rescue, blue lights flashing on the emergency vehicles, Fire, Police and Ambulance. It had been a horrendous crash and three people were believed to be dead with another person trapped inside the vehicle. The firemen used cutters to cut through the steel, then the air ambulance arrived~~~
Sally was my best friend, we grew up together and shared many things together until last year when Sally left for an unknown destination. My sister Sue asked if I had seen Sally lately, I answered No! Sally has a husband, my husband, they ran away together. Sue was angry, shocked!~~~~~~
Edith is bedridden, living in a flat in Hampstead, London. Every July she would instruct her visitors to open the windows. Edith enjoyed the beautiful music from the open air music concerts, coming from Kenward House. Sadly cancelled this year, due to heavy losses, we invested in a music player.~~~~~~~~~~~
The desert spread out in every direction, we were travelling along the well trod spice routes, to trade for valuable silks and spices. Fierce winds, sand piled on sand forming dunes that masked the rocky terrain. Our water supplies were low, we hoped an oasis was just over the hill~~~~~~
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I was strolling through a beautiful flower-strewn field, towards a brilliant white light.
As if a cloud was looming above, a voice seemed to come from afar shouting. Wake Up! John come back!
I opened my eyes. You were dead we saved your life.
Wow, thanks, I murmured. Very unsure.
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The greenness of the field of Clover took my breath away as I studied the field. The flowers had yet to form and the green Clover stretched all around the perimeter of my peripheral sight creating an emerald vista. A vision of splendour.
My Grandmother was dying from terminal cancer and she begged me to bring her a four leafed Clover. The legendary rare four leafed Clover is reputed to bring good luck and good health, to all lucky enough to encounter the magical power emanating from the four magical leaves.
A bluebird landed where I found the precious Clover.
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