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A New Phase

When I started this blog back in January 2015, I was looking for a place to be creative, somewhere I could post poetry and short stories as well as assorted other items.

Most importantly, it was a place  where I could keep these types of articles separate from my primary blog – Clare & Dean.  That blog (after all) was solely about Our Trip of a Lifetime traveling around Australia, and my thoughts along the way.

With our trip now (all but) completed, the time has come for a new phase, a new approach to ‘How’ and ‘Where” I post my thoughts and creativity.

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I’ve loved every minute of sharing my thoughts about our adventure, the places we found ourselves lost, and the fun we had along the way.  I especially loved sharing photos of our amazing country.

Equally, I’ve loved every minute of being creative, writing poetry and a few short stories, as well as trying my hand at submitting entries in the weekly WordPress Photography Challenges.

I’ve given it a lot of thought and I’ve tried to be creative in combining Clare & Dean and My Creative Cosmos and in doing so I’ve come up with . . .

Clare’s Cosmos

A Galaxy of Thoughts and Creativity
Earth Sunrise and Milky Way Illustration. First Sun Lights. Space Illustrations Collection.
Still expanding one star at a time though technically it’s a title change on Clare & Dean and not a new blog.

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Thank you for supporting me and following my journey of discovery.

I look forward to continuing to share my thoughts and creativity.

You can now find me over at Clare’s Cosmos.

 


In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt – Phase

Meeting Her

I’d heard she was a lovely lady, in fact, I’d heard she was absolutely charming.

The opportunity to meet her could not be missed, but the day was cold, bitterly cold.

My ears ached, my nose was numb and my fingers stung inside the woollen gloves I wore.  I’d pulled on enough layers, under my coat I wore a jumper and a shirt, and below that, a thermal vest.  But I hadn’t paid enough attention to the clothing I’d stepped into.  I’d been careless, and together with all feeling below the hem of my coat, my legs had also lost any scrap of my attention.
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