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StoryCloudy Issues (IP) Rhiannonw1211 years 1 month ago
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StoryChapter 1: The Gun Show Loophole pt. 3 60units411 years 1 month ago
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StoryAs I Write Bee2011 years 2 months ago
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StoryFor What it's Worth... Silver Spun Sand811 years 2 months ago
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StoryBacking up! Rhiannonw811 years 2 months ago
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StoryPoor Old Charley skinner_jennifer811 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Silence of the Summit (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand611 years 2 months ago
StoryTen Things I Love... Silver Spun Sand1111 years 2 months ago
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StorySweet Lightning Silver Spun Sand611 years 2 months ago
StoryTradesman - revised Deliberately Ev...811 years 2 months 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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