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Hello Everyone
I am a transplant from Google’s blogspot. The Blog that I created there: inbirdyseyes@blogspot.com has exactly 20,000 articles. Why only 20,000 you ask; because even though I have been writing on that blog since Nov. 2009, it took me until August of 2022 to reach their cap of 20,000 posts, of which I had no Continue reading
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First Book: Chapter 7.
“IT WAS now about three a.m., and, presently, the Eastern sky began to pale with the coming of dawn. Gradually, the day came, and, by its light, I scanned the gardens, earnestly; but nowhere could I see any signs of the brutes. I leant over, and glanced down to the foot of the wall, to Continue reading
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First Book: Chapter 6.
“I Spent some time, puzzling how to strengthen the study door. Finally, I went down to the kitchen, and with some trouble, brought up several heavy pieces of timber. These, I wedged up, slantwise, against it, from the floor, nailing them top and bottom. For half-an- hour, I worked hard, and, at last, got it Continue reading
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First Book: Chapter 5.
“IT was evening, a week later. My sister sat in the garden, knitting. I was walking up and down, reading. My gun leant up against the wall of the house; for, since the advent of that strange thing in the gardens, I had deemed it wise to take precautions. Yet, through the whole week, there Continue reading
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First Book: Chapter 4.
“THUS I was, and only the memory that I had lived through the dark, once before, served to sustain my thoughts. A great time passed–ages. And then a single star broke its way through the darkness. It was the first of one of the out-lying clusters of this universe. Presently, it was far behind, and Continue reading
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First Book: Chapter 3.
“AND SO, after a time, I came to the mountains. Then, the course of my journey was altered, and I began to move along their bases, until, all at once, I saw that I had come opposite to a vast rift, opening into the mountains. Through this, I was borne, moving at no great speed. Continue reading
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First Book :Chapter 2
“I AM an old man. I live here in this ancient house, surrounded by huge, unkempt gardens. The peasantry, who inhabit the wilderness beyond, say that I am mad. That is because I will have nothing to do with them. I live here alone with my old sister, who is also my housekeeper. We keep Continue reading
About Me
A old hand at blogging, starting first blog in 2009, closed in 2022 with 20,000 articles and storeies.
In Birdys Eyes 