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Notes from an exile. When abroad becomes home. Author Archives: Nuala Rayne. March 4, 2017. My gaze stuck to her retreating silhouette like a bluebottle on a piece of meat while I was still getting to grips with what my friend had just told me. So, he asked, what do you think? I can’t quite remember what I replied, but it most probably was something positive and noncommittal. After all, it’s not like we’d had a long, meaningful conversation. What I do remember, though, is what followed. Today, I find mys...
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January | 2016 | Notes from an exile
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Notes from an exile. When abroad becomes home. Monthly Archives: January 2016. No Countryside for Old Species. January 15, 2016. For a long time, I considered the British countryside as a place that was well-preserved and where wildlife was allowed to thrive. Not quite untouched, yet in better condition by far than what I had known growing up. A place where the necessity of diversity was recognised. Imprint of a conversation. No Countryside for Old Species. On Hitting the Road. On Hitting the Road.
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Runaway Memory | Notes from an exile
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Notes from an exile. When abroad becomes home. Bright Nights, Dark Days →. September 6, 2015. Her voice sounded clear and cheerful on the phone. Perhaps because I still see her with my child’s eyes: no matter how many years have passed, I cannot perceive her as an old lady. I guess she’s a bit of a fairy godmother. As always, she asked me about my life and I told her, the way I would tell a mother. Then, I returned the question. Again. How was she? Or, more to the point: how were. Something in her tone r...
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Hitting the Road | Notes from an exile
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Notes from an exile. When abroad becomes home. Into the Forest (and off on a tangent) →. August 28, 2014. Early last May, I was itching to get away. Away from everything I knew. Away from my life. Not that my life is or was particularly horrible, quite the contrary, but I needed a few days to find my bearings. I guess we all have moments like that. So I took a few essentials with me and drove west. To Wales, in fact. I woke up with stiff joints, which was to be expected. Not that I paid it much atten...
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Bright Nights, Dark Days | Notes from an exile
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Notes from an exile. When abroad becomes home. Restricted Movements →. Bright Nights, Dark Days. September 22, 2015. So much for elusive sleep. For there’s the opposite extreme, too: those dreaded times when I struggle to stay awake, when sleep has become the only escape not only from the outside world, but also from my own life, myself. Because I can no longer bear any of it. Not then. Those are days wrapped in shadows. And we’re supposed to be awake during the day, right? Restricted Movements →. Notify...
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Milton on the Bus | Notes from an exile
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Notes from an exile. When abroad becomes home. Thoughts on pain →. Milton on the Bus. July 23, 2015. I always carried a book in my back and, more often than not, I would get a seat by the window. Many an author kept me company on those journeys [1]. And I usually welcomed the customary traffic jam. But that morning, the realm of fiction exceeded all expectations and the imaginary hit back, lifting a veil and affording me a glimpse into its workings. And I’ll never cease to be fascinated by it. Ye...Addre...
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Talented Tongues | Notes from an exile
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Notes from an exile. When abroad becomes home. And so the shadows whispered. The Old Piano →. January 20, 2015. If information is power, then communication is survival. I’ve often wondered what the story about the Tower of Babel really stands for. Was it just a way of demonstrating why there are so many different languages on the planet, the way one would use a fairytale to explain something to a child? I remember someone telling me once that whenever he spoke a foreign language (in this case, Mandarin C...
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Clear by Jessica Park teaser 4. February 13, 2015. February 13, 2015. Title: CLEAR: A Death Trippers Novel. Cover Designer: The Cover Lure. Release date: February 17, 2015. Stella Ford’s grasp on reality is already loose, and it’s about to come undone. When the college junior flees Chicago and leaves her toxic family behind, she heads for coastal Maine to find the one person who brought her peace years ago: Sam Bishop. But the Sam she once knew now has painful secrets. When an end is just a beginning.
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RELEASE DAY BLAST: Clear: A Death Trippers Novel by Jessica Park -Excerpt – WordsAreMagicGalore
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RELEASE DAY BLAST: Clear: A Death Trippers Novel by Jessica Park -Excerpt. February 17, 2015. February 17, 2015. We’re celebrating the release of Clear: A Death Trippers novel by Jessica Park with an exclusive excerpt. Check it out below! Title: CLEAR: A Death Trippers Novel. Cover Designer: The Cover Lure. Release date: February 17, 2015. Stella Ford’s grasp on reality is already loose, and it’s about to come undone. When the line between life and death blurs. When an end is just a beginning. Everyone i...
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The Country of Square Bread | Notes from an exile
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Notes from an exile. When abroad becomes home. The Country of Square Bread. October 30, 2015. I used to wonder why people here have so many hot drinks in one day. And it took me a while to figure it probably had something to do with the weather that frequent damp chill in the air. Because a nice cuppa warms you up from inside, doesn’t it? This entry was tagged abroad. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
