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StoryTelling it Like it is...(I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2214 years 10 months ago
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My stories

My Girl Friday (I.P.)

Funny – the way they say, ‘you don’t miss what you’ve never had’...
Cherry

'Percussion, Salt and Honey'

Satin sheets bind tangled feet, yet, no reluctant prisoner – this.
Cherry

Blue Became Her

Perhaps, because it was the colour of her eyes...
Cherry

‘Les Amoureux en Gris’

After a painting by Marc Chagall, 1959 http://www.worldgallery.co.uk/art-print/Les-Amoureux-en-Gris-161694.html
Poem of the week

Journeys

‘We cannot reach you,’ they said. ‘Where do you go inside that head of yours?'

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