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Storylove jvriesema24 years 3 months ago
Storyforever jvriesema04 years 3 months ago
Storychaos jvriesema04 years 7 months ago
Storymicrocosms jvriesema15 years 3 months ago
Storyfootprints in the snow jvriesema05 years 3 months ago
StoryAn Echo Of words jvriesema06 years 3 months ago
Storyiceland moments jvriesema16 years 6 months ago
StoryPause in a whisper jvriesema16 years 7 months ago
Storyfalling jvriesema07 years 1 month ago
StoryBreathless jvriesema07 years 5 months ago
Storywoolen strands jvriesema07 years 6 months ago
Storyevening lullaby jvriesema07 years 8 months ago
Storyhalf-spaces jvriesema37 years 8 months ago
Storytears in a storm jvriesema07 years 9 months ago
StoryA Pause In Slow Motion jvriesema08 years 3 days ago
Storybrexit jvriesema08 years 2 months ago
StoryA moment, a breath jvriesema08 years 2 months ago
Storyhesitating reality jvriesema18 years 2 months ago
Storyfootprints jvriesema08 years 4 months ago
Storydavid eisele jvriesema68 years 4 months ago
Storyperpetual jvriesema08 years 6 months ago
Storymotion within a dream jvriesema08 years 7 months ago
Storymidnight jvriesema08 years 8 months ago
StoryMerging jvriesema08 years 9 months ago
Storymid-fall footsteps jvriesema08 years 10 months ago

My stories

sometime when all else fails

sometime, we all have to realize we can no longer run from the tide that is surrounding our life paths. sometime we have to know an earthquake is...
Cherry

saga

In the wind, whispers of your conversation drift across the scent of coffee brewing while strands of wool weave your heart into mine... your smile...
Cherry

wildflowers in the wind

into the night when the moon paints in abstract brush strokes of light across my dreams into an ink black sky.... the stars become the muse of the...

night

Night, when the stars cross the threads of the moon and music climbs the stairs of the composer., we dream. In a silent sky when lights below flicker...
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hesitation within a comma

There were always conversations between the coffee poured and the morning light filtering through the shadows of the wisp of your hair as it fell...

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