The When

When Robin was born, my world came tumbling down. Post-natal depression brought me to rubble and I spent nearly four years rebuilding myself, shedding pieces and people along the way.

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Small World Stories – Sunset Elves


As the sun slipped silently below the horizon, the sunset elves climbed down from the clouds with their watercolour paintboxes and began to work.

First, a little orange stripe, then a puddle of pink. Maybe a little purple tonight, and ultramarine blue brushed lightly across the underside of the clouds. Turquoise brush dipped into the ocean to spread and fan across the waves. And fiery red ladled over the glowing sun as it sets.Continue reading “Small World Stories – Sunset Elves”