I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.Wipe your hands across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.T. S. Eliot ~ Preludes
Master’s graduate. Educational scriptwriter.
Currently working for an e-learning company specialising in training denizens of the hospitality industry.
I have become impatient to assume the world.
Preludes 
Hi Karlien,
Thank you so much for taking the time to stop by my little corner of the blogosphere and for the follow. I hope that you get as much pleasure from it as I do,
Looking forward to seeing more from you 🙂
Have a great weekend
Eddie
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