May 30
A little poem @theMJA that I wrote as a tribute to the slog that I've seen some of my registrars pull through.
"If we look at those who’ve gone before, that our system breaks when it should grow,
We have to stop and ask ourselves, how much do we owe?"https://t.co/rTePexrQSk— Matt Lennon (@mattjlennon) May 28, 2018
Also, shout out to the person in Nottingham who made an Oxylog cake 👌🏼 #ODPday pic.twitter.com/QgEAVe3Bo4
— Sophia (@Occams_Blazer) May 14, 2018
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The Ocean
Crashing waves against the pure white sand of the long stretch of beach
Fading light
He stares along the shoreline and sees her figure slowly making its way towards him
He puts more wood on the campfire
Their black dog runs ahead of her
Comes up to him then runs at a quick pace back to her
Cooling air
Sea breeze
The smell of the ocean
Primal
It is like a mother’s embrace
As the ocean curls around the beach shoreline
The fading sun
She has collected sea shells in her shawl
Lays them out on the picnic blanket in front of the fire
He finishes preparing the meal
They eat quietly, sharing the food with their black dog
He remembers the first time he had brought her here
The first time she had seen the ocean
She had cried
He looks over
She is crying now
He puts their dishes away
Sits behind her and hugs her
Rests his head on her neck
Her hand curls behind and up
Finds his neck and rubs it
He will do this
Some nights are like this
More nights now are not
The night stars are coming out
The sun has long gone
There is no moon
The blackness of the ocean now seems to spill out and engulf the land
It Is like they are floating on an island, surrounded by ocean
As she holds him
She stops crying and sighs
Her life before him seems like an infinite time ago
She looks up
Hears the crashing waves
Sees the sparkling stars
And lets herself be washed away in the love between them
#CookingWithTart
Menu: French onion breaded chicken breast with garlic rosemary parm roasted red potatoes 😎 pic.twitter.com/TK6Ki6igxF— Choptart 🔪 (@KeeblerOrganElf) April 30, 2018
#NOTMinhsKitchen
Salad for me, stir fry for him@ketaminh this is delish! pic.twitter.com/HuFjqBsdpX— Kerryn (@emergency_CNS) April 28, 2018
Roast basil chicken thighs : Marinate 1kg chicken thighs in garlic infused olive oil , Chinese wine , Australian bush pepper & salt mix , minced basil (chopped basil leaves +garlic oil in mortar/pestle) .In skillet and fan forced oven 250 C 20 min , turn at 15min . #MinhsKitchen pic.twitter.com/Gxsy2LDAxq
— Minh Le Cong (@ketaminh) April 26, 2018
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