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Red, red wine.
A mollitious warmth stole through my inward parts this evening as I directed a river of red Italian wine down my throat. Although it was an...
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genesis
Rage does not go away It turns outward or inward Rage does not go away It creates hung-faced horrors of us all Rage does not go away It roots itself...
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The Lamb of God who …

… takes away the sin of the world. [Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] They went to Pilate’s palace with hazy accusation. It was the date to celebrate God’s rescue of the nation. … their trial of this man unjustly held – Christ Jesus, predicted Passover Lamb …
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My Dinosaur Era Chapter 22
the taberna was busy, mix of locals, tourists only eight in the evening, still early for spain ginny grabbed a table, I went to the bar pointed at...
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An Artistic Expression

An Artistic Expression by Paul McCann The depiction of still life there in a art form for all to share , some fruit on a silver platter whatever the...
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Nessie Saves The Day

This is a true story, and readers, I was there… Every bank holiday at the end of May, the Gloucestershire village of South Cerney has a Duck Race, in...
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A Quiet Death
He does not like artificial light. Prefers natural darkness. Sunlight seeps in like an apology for a shy illumination of his room. She likes it this...
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wild cats chapter 3
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Easter 2025 by Alfred N.Muggins (Rogue Reporter (please don’t shoot me, I’m only the armchair journalist))
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1/5/25 Easter came in even more haste than usual, it seemed to Alfred, who liked, in recent years, to write something appropriate to this time of...
Bucharest and all that.
A man sits at a small, round table outside a café in the busy Macca Vilacrosse arcade – hardly a noteworthy sight. On the table sits the empty cup...
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My Dinosaur Era Chapter 21

get dressed, sit on the bed, no sign of ginny, long smoke break glad that she’s here, despite her toddler style whining she knew I shouldn’t be alone...
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Empathy
Having been accused of reckless driving, once we were working the whole morning and getting tired, Prof Sauer said call it a day for lunch I said “...
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FAIRY CAKES

I want to eat stale fairy cakes Crushing silver balls in my molars Annihilating all hopes of sophistication Crumbling among old mercurial fillings...
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Release from storms

Tossing, restless … suddenly … ike a boat tossed by stormy riot … stillness …
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Saturday Night's Alright for Peaches

As I swilled back a final deoch an dorais in the cosy and serenely atmospheric old bar, my mind was puzzled by how much a city could have changed in under half a century. Or perhaps it was me and my mind that had changed.
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standing outside the window.
Book of Job 17: My days are past, my purposes are broken off, I miss me. even the thoughts of my heart. The way I used to be. They change the night...
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In a sea of grass
In a sea of grass In a sea of grass Waves made by the fierce wind Which suddenly subside I hide Where most can not easily see me To be seen means...
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INCHES.

In our home, we wait until something is on its last legs before it is repaired or a new one is bought. The large glass in our back door was cracked,...
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Twenty Minutes at the Village Bus Stop

I'm sitting in the village bus shelter. It's twenty minutes before the bus is due, but its arrival times are as fluid as today's pouring rain, and as...
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