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My stories

Cherry

Loneliness is a language

What could I do or say? Would pain smooth out under my perfect words? Would it even listen? Winds soothe and refresh. Green shades in the land please the eye, and sitting by the water
Cherry

Out beyond its depth

Next to the railway line, this house, resentful of being looked at, painfully holds itself up straight, ashamed of its gawky gables and blind windows, embarrassed

The Preacher

Words come easily to his smiling lips. His handsome face is so very attractive with the blue flash in his eyes. But when he knelt, said he was filled with the Holy Ghost,

Death of a gardener

He beat death often, once he flew across the Southern Sea, he ditched his plane came up unhurt, not even scars, but in suspense if he’d survive the war, or if death catches him unripe,
Cherry

I hunt silence

I found this place by drawing a house, two windows with a front door between them and moved in.

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