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A tale of friendship between a little girl and her dog.

chapter two of the hidden child

My body was in convulsion, violently thudding against the wet sand, the cold soaking through my clothes onto my skin was terrifying.

After the Snow

Now, the magical restored to everyday, but loses something in the returning.

Autumn Walk in the Park

Long-abandoned nests now revealed in mournful Birch and Sycamore's exposed branches set stark against an ashen sky,
Cherry

The Wedding

Not wanting to go to a wedding because your annoyed with the person whose wedding it is for what ever reason.

The Haunting

Think I was having a low day about work

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SEPTEMBER 2004 WEEK 2 09-13 September 2004

The cycle of the fight

A poem about feeling low in the world of work and wanting to be a higher rank.

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