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CollectionTo The Sea miss-tree011 years 9 months ago
CollectionNow miss-tree011 years 9 months ago
StoryWeb cam miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryZ) upside down miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryYou say miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryView from the Lickey Hills miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryWind miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryZ) stub miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryY) booking office miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryWoods miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryX miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryWalking round the field miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryLook miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryThaw miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryU miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StorySalvage miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryPaths miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryNew Land miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryOn choosing material miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryLady in sunglasses miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryMy sandy land's forgotten miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryKnife miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryPluberry miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryThaw miss-tree011 years 11 months ago
StoryU n t i m e miss-tree011 years 11 months ago

My stories

Cherry

View from the Lickey Hills

just before Spring they walked on the Lickey Hills the path beneath her feet was frosted, hard and he slowed his step lest she fall in an ungiving...

Knife

the carrots' bad bit fall from the knife's right into the compost bowl bright orange discs like timelapses of a dancing sun pile higher in the stew...
Cherry

My sandy land's forgotten

In fresh air soul blue without flesh moon - the sun's ghost - brightened as first chords of the song I like best thrill me, we walk through dusk...

Crack

air aches a cracked bone movement grates I am still as a snowman shaped by others' hands silt of light, soft as ghost of smiles on frost knuckled...
Cherry

Z) stub

Don't know why I don't like him it's the same feeling you get for tarmac you've fallen over on but I haven't, yet. Maybe its the potential to cause...

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