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StoryMaddy by Moonlight Silver Spun Sand513 years 1 month ago
Story'Songs of Love and Hate' Silver Spun Sand1413 years 1 month ago
StoryFour ASBOs and a Wedding (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1813 years 1 month ago
StoryThat Treasured Time Silver Spun Sand1813 years 1 month ago
StoryA Kind of Grieving Silver Spun Sand1313 years 1 month ago
StoryTime to Take a Step Back (I.P.) Denzella1313 years 1 month ago
StoryThe New Neighbor hudsonmoon1413 years 1 month ago
StorySummer Nights Silver Spun Sand1413 years 1 month ago
StoryDear Whomsoever ... Silver Spun Sand2013 years 1 month ago
StoryDear Mr. Oboe Man... Silver Spun Sand1213 years 1 month ago
StoryDear Diary ... Silver Spun Sand2013 years 1 month ago
StoryDear Daughter... Silver Spun Sand2413 years 1 month ago
StoryDead...Again Silver Spun Sand413 years 1 month ago
StoryDays of Lies and If Onlys Silver Spun Sand813 years 1 month ago
StoryDays Like These... Silver Spun Sand1613 years 1 month ago
StoryDays like These... Silver Spun Sand1113 years 1 month ago
StoryDaphne's Dafferdills Silver Spun Sand1013 years 1 month ago
StoryDancing in the Dark Silver Spun Sand1013 years 1 month ago
StoryDaffodil Dawn Silver Spun Sand2213 years 1 month ago
StoryDad, it's me (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1413 years 1 month ago
StoryCrazy Little Thing Called Love Silver Spun Sand1813 years 1 month ago
StoryCrazy Maybe Silver Spun Sand1413 years 1 month ago
StoryCote d'Azur Silver Spun Sand3013 years 1 month ago
StoryComing to Terms Silver Spun Sand1313 years 1 month ago
StoryComes the Sandman Silver Spun Sand1913 years 1 month ago

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My stories

Definitely Not Just Another Dog Story

(Edit 18/03/2014 Her old faithful bought it yesterday – under the wheels of the dustcart.
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Cherry

The Leaving

Mind if I sit here? Lovely afternoon, isn’t it? Who did you come to visit? Me? My son.
Cherry

The Art of Letting Go

A balloon wafted over my yard today... reminded me of a Mother’s Day six years ago, now.
Cherry

Days of Mine...and, If Onlys

For her, way back then, each day was a colour; Monday – black, meant school again

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