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StoryMaddy by Moonlight Silver Spun Sand512 years 9 months ago
Story'Songs of Love and Hate' Silver Spun Sand1412 years 9 months ago
StoryFour ASBOs and a Wedding (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1812 years 9 months ago
StoryThat Treasured Time Silver Spun Sand1812 years 9 months ago
StoryA Kind of Grieving Silver Spun Sand1312 years 9 months ago
StoryTime to Take a Step Back (I.P.) Denzella1312 years 9 months ago
StoryThe New Neighbor hudsonmoon1412 years 9 months ago
StorySummer Nights Silver Spun Sand1412 years 9 months ago
StoryDear Whomsoever ... Silver Spun Sand2012 years 9 months ago
StoryDear Mr. Oboe Man... Silver Spun Sand1212 years 9 months ago
StoryDear Diary ... Silver Spun Sand2012 years 9 months ago
StoryDear Daughter... Silver Spun Sand2412 years 9 months ago
StoryDead...Again Silver Spun Sand412 years 9 months ago
StoryDays of Lies and If Onlys Silver Spun Sand812 years 9 months ago
StoryDays Like These... Silver Spun Sand1612 years 9 months ago
StoryDays like These... Silver Spun Sand1112 years 9 months ago
StoryDaphne's Dafferdills Silver Spun Sand1012 years 9 months ago
StoryDancing in the Dark Silver Spun Sand1012 years 9 months ago
StoryDaffodil Dawn Silver Spun Sand2212 years 9 months ago
StoryDad, it's me (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1412 years 9 months ago
StoryCrazy Little Thing Called Love Silver Spun Sand1812 years 9 months ago
StoryCrazy Maybe Silver Spun Sand1412 years 9 months ago
StoryCote d'Azur Silver Spun Sand3012 years 9 months ago
StoryComing to Terms Silver Spun Sand1312 years 9 months ago
StoryComes the Sandman Silver Spun Sand1912 years 9 months 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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