Time has passed and since I disobeyed the normal rules and got better, I find myself unable to keep this page up-to-date, having too much work to do, and so have decided to close it, leaving a link to the site run by David Wheldon, my husband. If you double back whilst there you will be able to read some of his poetry and samples of his novels and short stories as well.

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A constant dream of those who can no longer walk

A constant dream
of those who can no longer walk
is the running over level sands.
In the close and confined air
the dream recurs—
the running over level sands,
no hunger for the air
which comes like nature to the breath,
no flight upon a freedom
for the spirit freely is,
no sight taken for a course
for all that being takes unto itself
is a running over level sands. 

David Wheldon: Present Perrenial

 

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This link to cpnhelp may look strange Outlook Express unless you change the format, but it's worth doing.

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