A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere.
His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success.
He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
So, nobody’s perfect.
Beautifully read and beautifully sad.
The heartache in the words and in the voice.
The structure of the ‘wishing’ at the end of each verse, building up to the repetition in the last verse, and the final ‘just wishing’ … it works so well in creating the mood.
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Very haunting and sad. The repetition of wishing effectively adds to the somber mood.
Thanks, Lindsey, I’m happy it worked for you.
I wasn’t sure about the repetition, but decided to go for it.
Your kind words make it all worthwhile.
Lovely.
Glad you liked, Trish
Sad and beautiful in one.
Thanks, Katrin, always a pleasure to have you visit
Jenne has put it so well. A sublime and haunting piece.
Very kind, Chris, much appreciated.
Beautifully read and beautifully sad.
The heartache in the words and in the voice.
The structure of the ‘wishing’ at the end of each verse, building up to the repetition in the last verse, and the final ‘just wishing’ … it works so well in creating the mood.
Thanks, Jenne, the ‘wishing’ was the bit I pondered over