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StoryThe lady poet in the wildflower garden Yutka31 year 3 months ago
StorySecrets to the wind Yutka41 year 3 months ago
StoryA hundred moments in autism - Your mother's got a penis Terrence Oblong51 year 3 months ago
StoryIn the Silence of my Circuits Yutka111 year 3 months ago
Storyat dusk today Di_Hard221 year 3 months ago
StoryHaiku of the Weather App. mark p11 year 3 months ago
StoryMemento Mori D G Moody81 year 3 months ago
StoryBee Muse skinner_jennifer141 year 3 months ago
StoryMy critical son Yutka31 year 3 months ago
StoryThe power of water Yutka61 year 3 months ago
StoryHearing the Summer Rain in Nagasaki Yutka121 year 3 months ago
StoryParis in Darkness: The Olympiad’s Opening Yutka31 year 3 months ago
StoryIn a quaint English Town Yutka11 year 8 months ago
StoryIn a quaint English Town Yutka01 year 8 months ago
StoryHalloween Dance Yutka02 years 1 week ago
StoryInvisible Ed Crane62 years 1 week ago
StoryWarnings are kind Rhiannonw42 years 1 month ago
StoryDifferent to caged birds Yutka122 years 8 months ago
StoryFor The Love Of Village Life skinner_jennifer242 years 9 months ago
StoryYellow dull winter days Yutka23 years 10 months ago
Storythe seagull Yutka73 years 10 months ago
Storycircles Yutka13 years 10 months ago
StoryEnslaved Yutka53 years 10 months ago
StoryMy outlet in times of trouble Mark Heathcote43 years 11 months ago
StoryXANADIAN RHAPSODY Yutka24 years 1 week ago

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How to avoid the seemingly anavoidable

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In a world spun tight with worries, where shadows hint "impossible," we search for ways to slip through the cracks, to dance around the edges of fate...
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The wild Impalas

The wild impalas leap ten foot in the air and cover ten yards in one jump, their graceful shadows tell the sun of an unchained spirit Yet in the zoo...
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There is an oh so silent process

There is an oh so silent process, nobody knows when human soul grows out of the dust in space, when spirit comes to life... A mother knows when belly...
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A spark in the dark

They are giving Corinne a new drip, I have to go, they don’t want me to watch. My child! Each time she gets poked, I’m sent away, a rabbit caught in...
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Echoes of the infinite

Listen, can you hear it? A symphony formed, each note a soft breath from the shadows of lost lives, the myriad of worlds that have come, then slipped...
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It is an art

Posted on Sat, 08 Aug 2015

It is an art to make rubbish look exquisite and beautiful! You certainly have mastered it.

yutka :)

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