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  • I set off this morning breathing in air chilled from last night's frost, and moved through a heavy mist of warmer air meeting the cold earth.
    As I rode in the bus to Derrygonelly I saw the mist lift, to reveal hills and forests bathing in brilliant sun light.
    I enjoyed my last workshop at my favourite school because there is a warm and supportive ethos evoked by a the head teacher.
    I was thrilled to see a display of the children's work from my Emotions session with them. This poem was, of course, written as a joke
    When I approached the group's table last week they were in fits of giggles because of one boy's words,
    'Robert compresses organic food into a cube.'
    Obviously an 'in' joke.
    The boy who had such a hard time writing about his morning routine on the first day had no problem describing his dog's antics for today's animal themed poems. I was so relieved to see him smiling and decorating his Poet's crown with glittery paper.
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