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Falling

I laid upon my wooden floor, dented and separated with age and oddly comfortable until you paid too much attention to the unwavering solidity of it,...

Home Hunting

"What do you yearn for?" I couldn't help but ask myself what a strange question this was. Right now I seem to yearn for a mug of freshly brewed...

Hazel

Hazel We stumble on bricks where houses once stood. My mind was a valley my thoughts were on childhood. I’m full of those memories I don’t understand...

Point of View

I left the lighthouse & went down below for a close-up view & saw the sea face to face its beauty & romance searching for me.
Cherry

Laughing My Socks Off.

From I was tiny, I went every year to my god-mothers house. My god-mother, Auntie Betty, lived in Lytham St Annes, near Blackpool. I went for either...
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The Jehovah's Witness. The Muslim. The Christian.

The Jehovah’s Witness. The Muslim. The Christian. I was at work on Saturday, the door bell went, Mo went to the door, I could hear women’s voices, I...