Tag: underthewilloverthedrama
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Inflation, Puppets, and the Great Reset…
I’m sitting here tired after a long day in the charity shop, and one thing I can’t ignore anymore is how many people are turning to second-hand. Not because it’s quirky or trendy, but because they have no choice. Families, pensioners, and students are all looking for ways to make ends meet. Why pay silly…
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Aliens, Ancestors, or Just a Cloud? You Decide…
What the hell is this thing in the sky?! Honestly, for a moment, I thought I was looking at the beginning of a nuclear blast. Then I decided it had to be aliens making a flamboyant entrance. But the “official” word is… It’s just an anvil cloud. Now, maybe I’m supposed to nod politely and…
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When Life Hands You Chilies…
If you asked me my favorite recipe, I’d probably say Manuel’s mom’s salsa. The woman doesn’t measure a thing, just a roast here, a chop there, and somehow it comes out tasting like bottled sunshine with a side of fire alarm. You don’t eat it so much as survive it, but you’ll still be back…
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Surrounded by Fields, Held by Silence…
Now that’s a loaded question at the moment!But honestly, what I love most is the peace and quiet. I live in a small village at the foot of a mountain. We’ve only got one pub (I rarely go there, lol), and not much else, which probably explains why life moves at its own slow pace…
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The Road Will Call Again…
Daily Writing Prompt: What are your future travel plans? Well… none. Not right now anyway. Until Heff heads off beyond the veil, we’re staying put. Simple as that. If I can’t bring him, then I’m staying put. He’s part of my day, my rhythm, my reason to stay grounded. Some things matter more than adventure,…
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Where Did We Go?…
What Has Happened to Humanity? Sometimes I just sit and wonder… what the hell happened to us? We were once tribal, weren’t we? Rooted in the land, in each other. We lived by firelight and instinct. We shared food, stories, and silence. We knew how to sit with things, pain, joy, and mystery. Now? Most…
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Aged to Imperfection…
Daily Writing Prompt: What do you think gets better with age? You know what gets better with age? Me. Like a fine wine? Nah. More like a battered old whiskey barrel, a little rough around the edges, full of strong opinions, and no longer pretending to be sweet when I’m really not. Somewhere along the…
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 