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"I don't know what came over me to make me lose control like that."

Home

Is my heart here? My treasure is unseen. Does that mean I'm homeless? This location, where I dwell. swollen with strife engulfed with anger. Misery, I call to thee! For you have

My Name is Erica

My Name is Erica by Jane Seaford
Gold cherry

Kevin the Gerbil

- September 2001

Patrick

I do not pretend to have written this, it was given to me by someone who took care for my son As farewell, when she left to follow another call of life. It moved me to tears
Cherry

The Late Miss Rigby

She is all the lonely people hiding behind doors, walking at night, experiencing life vicariously through lighted windows and television screens. She has watched him from

To all of you

To those of you here whom I, rightly or wrongly, consider friends I apologise for my absence these past weeks.

A giant for the circus part2

A giant for the circus part 1 of 2

The patient owl

The moon lazily emerges ambling the skies, when birds are still one with the night nesting in black filigree treetops, hidden from the preying owl, who by now is fully awake,

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