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StoryFor What it's Worth... Silver Spun Sand810 years 1 month ago
StoryDwellers of the New World Chapter Nine ( Pt 12 ) In Need of a Place to Stay skinner_jennifer610 years 1 month ago
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Cherry

From a Stopping Train (Poetry Monthly)

A fleeting glimpse from a window... in her small backyard, all wrapped up in a winter-jasmine wind...
Cherry

Fay's Flutter

An ocean of mixed rinses dazzles; outside it’s drab; grizzled anoraks drift by, but in the bingo hall it’s warm – as, pen in hand, Flo spreads her cards before her like a florid fortune-teller.
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Cherry

The Letting Go

If only we could begin again, or at the very best... forget, but gradually, for love is precious, love is rare...

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