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StoryCold Comfort judith_morgan013 years 2 months ago
StoryBetween Life and Death judith_morgan013 years 2 months ago
StoryBelting judith_morgan013 years 2 months ago
StoryAnd In The Morning judith_morgan013 years 2 months ago
StoryA Tennis Lesson judith_morgan013 years 2 months ago
CollectionSet two judith_morgan013 years 2 months ago
CollectionSelf Journey judith_morgan013 years 2 months ago
StoryWind judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryYour Words judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryWell judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StorySunrise judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryPicking Up Pebbles judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryOn Waking judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryLosing You judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryMorning Piece judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Wheel judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryReconstruction judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StorySmashinFruit judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryPieta judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryOf Children judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryImage judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryGranny and Peter judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryHurt judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryIntimacy judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago
StoryGrow judith_morgan013 years 3 months ago

My collections

My stories

Desert

Into the Desert I Into the desert into the desert slowly like a drumbeat a rhythmic call into the desert into the desert a heartbeat nothing would...

Granny and Peter

Granny and Peter Granny reached out and gently pulled the child onto her lap. She folded both her arms around him. He lay his head back against her...

Morning Piece

Screened by distant scrub, burning and intense the primal glow of dawn fleeting magic within seconds the ordinary glare of morning. Judith Morgan

Losing You

Losing You In this mandala darkness where sensation seems indistinct yet all knowing is sensory is clarity comes a timely awakening Timid at first...

On Waking

On Waking Outside there's a fog white and strange for November and the before dawn air, dank and humid after the rain that fell through the dark, is...

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