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| Female |
| April 11 1988 |
| Ireland |
| My father was a sailor. He would disappear for months and come home with toys and sweets from all over the world. We couldn't wait for his return. After about a week, we could not wait for him to leave. Sure a knee to relax on and a hug at the ready was nice. But we had TV control without him. When he was there we had to watch animal documentaries and star trek. He took us with him once. We saw the world. Although we weren't allowed in Russia. We saw that from a cab from the dock to the airport. |
| Still evoling a style but I ramble. I write for magazines, newspapers and websites to pay my bills. Fantasy for fun. |
| Fantastical happenings. Fairy tales being my favourite. |
| Drawing, writing, myths and legends, names(finding out their meanings), nature, socity, cultural studies, geography, history and finding old words that people have forgoteen |
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