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StoryHigh board hoalarg1213 years 9 months ago
StoryJust How High the Moon Silver Spun Sand2613 years 9 months ago
StoryFall from grace hoalarg1313 years 9 months ago
StoryOceanic maggyvaneijk1913 years 10 months ago
StoryCold Comfort Silver Spun Sand1814 years 4 months ago
StoryThey fit samhennig514 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Sun Shone Then Catherine Rose Davis514 years 5 months ago
StoryStill Life harveyjoseph214 years 11 months ago
StoryEnvy of the Carefree gingeresque514 years 11 months ago
StoryForgetting MistakenMagic2815 years 6 months ago
StoryOn the brow of the hill hoalarg1217 years 4 months ago

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My stories

The written words

I had a feeling for print, not new but urgent. It was ferried by thoughts, cold from being stuck in muds of memories.

No fixed abode

I often long to escape the place I call home.

What I missed

It was so hard to stop, to get off and out of my body, that relentlessly carried me to different places, with an unstoppable urgency, to another destination, another calling.

The end of the season

It was only when I lay in the park in the heat of the sun that I allowed myself to forget about the winter for the first time.
Cherry

You'll find me

You'll find me counter-balancing the opposites, at the core of all experiences and in the dark, underneath the objects you bang into and on the other side of good and bad.

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