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StoryChapter 1: The Gun Show Loophole pt. 3 60units410 years 11 months ago
StoryBLUE BIRD ( PART TWO ) skinner_jennifer1310 years 11 months ago
StoryBLUE BIRD ( PART ONE ) skinner_jennifer1010 years 11 months ago
StoryAn Air on a G String Silver Spun Sand610 years 11 months ago
StoryAs I Write Bee2010 years 11 months ago
StoryClothes-Speak Silver Spun Sand1010 years 11 months ago
StoryFor What it's Worth... Silver Spun Sand810 years 11 months ago
StoryDwellers of the New World Chapter Nine ( Pt 12 ) In Need of a Place to Stay skinner_jennifer610 years 11 months ago
StoryBlack Rain Silver Spun Sand1410 years 11 months ago
StoryWashing Day Silver Spun Sand710 years 11 months ago
StoryBacking up! Rhiannonw810 years 11 months ago
StoryIn the Garden Room Bee2210 years 11 months ago
StoryPoor Old Charley skinner_jennifer810 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Silence of the Summit (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand610 years 11 months ago
StoryTen Things I Love... Silver Spun Sand1110 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Life Saver Bee1310 years 11 months ago
StoryDwellers of the New World Chapter Eight ( Pt 10 ) The Weather Changes skinner_jennifer1110 years 11 months ago
StoryAt motorway services (IP) Rhiannonw610 years 11 months ago
StoryA Perfect Match gletherby1310 years 11 months ago
Storywhen love and wisdom met Yutka1310 years 11 months ago
StoryA Frenzy of Envy (IP) Rhiannonw910 years 11 months ago
StorySweet Lightning Silver Spun Sand610 years 11 months ago
StoryTradesman - revised Deliberately Ev...810 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Gloom - A Ramble - Poetry Monthly hudsonmoon1910 years 11 months ago
StoryFlypast Silver Spun Sand1010 years 11 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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