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StoryNear but far (IP) Rhiannonw1010 years 6 months ago
StoryBeaujolais Days Silver Spun Sand1210 years 6 months ago
StoryToday I Wrote a Poem Silver Spun Sand1810 years 6 months ago
StoryGrandchildren staying (IP) Rhiannonw610 years 6 months ago
StoryDear Diary Days in my Life Letters and Holidays skinner_jennifer1110 years 6 months ago
Story"All the World's a Stage" Silver Spun Sand410 years 6 months ago
StorySusannah Woychik's Letters -7 - 1879-83 jeand910 years 6 months ago
StoryGrandson. One Year On. luigi_pagano1210 years 6 months ago
StorySorry Susan forest_for_ever110 years 6 months ago
StoryWorn down Mum Rhiannonw1010 years 6 months ago
StoryTicket to Fly... Silver Spun Sand810 years 6 months ago
StorySusannah Woychik's Letters -4 1872-73 jeand1210 years 6 months ago
StoryDear Diary Some Days In My Life Starting Over skinner_jennifer1410 years 6 months ago
StoryI’ve always known best … (IP) Rhiannonw710 years 6 months ago
StoryHis Father's Eyes Silver Spun Sand1410 years 6 months ago
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Story‘The day I forgot my pin …’ (IP) Rhiannonw1110 years 6 months ago
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StoryTo a Cherry Tree Silver Spun Sand810 years 6 months ago
StoryWhat if …? (IP) Rhiannonw410 years 7 months ago
StoryDear Diary Some Days In My Life Time To Reminisce skinner_jennifer1510 years 7 months ago
StoryOn Aging Loss, Fractured World Rhiannonw810 years 7 months ago
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My stories

The Naming of Plants

Some half-naked – stripped of their papery raiment...
Cherry

Camelot

A story, loosely woven from the threads of the legend of Camelot, written in the style of Tennyson's poem, 'The Lady of Shallot'.
Cherry

A Blot on the Landscape

...much of rural Britain, clothed in the garish garb of a rubbish-tip; plastic bags...French-fry cartons...

In the Cold, Spring Sunlight...

(Edited) ...it was mothers who stood out on the steps of St. Paul's, at today's service commemorating the end of UK's involvement in the Afghan War...some wearing blood-red knitted poppies to raise money for military charities that give ongoing care for the wounded. Whatever views one holds as to the rights or wrongs of such involvement, the stark reality is, that 453 British souls were lost, along with an unrecorded number of Afghanistans', and as many families...wives, husbands, sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, friends, left to deal, alone, with the aftermath. At the very least...a prayer for them?

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