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Hypocrites thrive on these sorts of occasions. It’s Holocaust Day, a fine time to…
You watch me through the veil I don; what I’ve let you see —…
I saw the blossom fall and in the sadness of it all was born…
So, we’ll watch and mind him in the hours,
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© Ingvar Loco Nordin 2023
A New Years Eve some years ago. The TV in one corner, PC in the…
Mirrors reflect my World Daily I look in them and see words on their…
Faith is not faith until any belief in God is dead.
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l won’t reveal sacred memories that play on convex screens of closed eyes. I…
She will remember him, won’t she? When she opens up the cupboard door…
