Wetted
Stone-strewn field. You'd think
nothing would grow; wait for rain.
Wetted, brown turns green.
nothing would grow; wait for rain.
Wetted, brown turns green.
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When I was a schoolboy and was given my own room, I established the Republic of Rumia with myself as sole inhabitant and Supreme Dictator General For Life. Rumia was where my imagination was fertilised, where my toy animals became a reserve forest, where my cars had a highway built for them, and where I was king, rebel, police, pirate...anything I wanted to be. Rumia disappeared when we moved away to a smaller house. It is for me the natural name for my blog.
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