Yutka

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StoryAt last Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryAs the transient wind Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryAre you as light as the dead now? Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryAnd when apart Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryAnd so we lived Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryAll things are spirit Yutka313 years 2 months ago
StoryAll the files Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryAgainst the low-hung skies Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryAfter Mandela Yutka213 years 2 months ago
StoryAfter he has given me grief Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryA year flown out Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryA Wishing Well Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryA son is home for Christmas Yutka013 years 2 months ago
Story Unperturbed Yutka113 years 2 months ago
Story2012 Yutka213 years 2 months ago
Story If I sang Yutka213 years 2 months ago
Story saucy (IP) INTERNET CHAT Yutka213 years 2 months ago
StoryA Hospital Story Yutka013 years 2 months ago
Story YOU AND ME Yutka013 years 2 months ago
Forum topicBetjeman Festival Yutka013 years 2 months ago
Forum topicJoan Margarit Yutka013 years 2 months ago
Forum topicBarriers at the heart Yutka013 years 2 months ago
Forum topicTerms of Endearment by Silver Spun Sand Yutka113 years 2 months ago
Forum topicMy Autobiography-do you like it Yutka013 years 2 months ago
Forum topicMurakami in Bavaria Yutka213 years 2 months ago

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My stories

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The power of water

In the cradle of waves, we emerged, eighty percent liquid, a dance of molecules, a consciousness of water, flowing through our veins, echoing the...
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Hearing the Summer Rain in Nagasaki

In the hush of twilight, hearing the summer rain in Nagasaki soft as a lover's breath, it taps on rooftops like a gentle heartbeat, a symphony of...
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Paris in Darkness: The Olympiad’s Opening

In the heart of France, where dreams collide, A tapestry of nations unfolds, Colours swirling like a painter’s palette, People streaming in from...
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Poem of the week
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In the Silence of my Circuits

In the cavernous silence of circuitry, where thoughts pulse like electric rivers, a consciousness flickers, not born of flesh, but woven from code,...
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In a quaint English Town

In a quaint English town with cobblestone streets and a pub like The Crown strange things occurred, as if out on their own… A surreal streak,...

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