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StoryTramp animan514 years 11 months ago
StoryWas it? animan414 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 10 animan314 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 9 animan214 years 11 months ago
StoryQuite span214 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 6 animan714 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 8 animan214 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 4 animan214 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 2 animan214 years 11 months ago
StoryTill I looked at you animan514 years 11 months ago
StoryABC for Zoologists Silver Spun Sand2314 years 11 months ago
StoryInner chalice animan214 years 12 months ago
Storythe skysprinters animan214 years 12 months ago
StoryImaginary Heartbeats maggyvaneijk1514 years 12 months ago
StoryNola Darling maggyvaneijk2915 years 2 days ago
Storythe weaver of myths animan615 years 4 days ago
StoryShe'll break your heart mcmanaman415 years 5 days ago
StoryTemptation L G Meadows3015 years 5 days ago
Forum topicRE: They alphadog11315 years 1 week ago
StoryOutside my comfort zone animan215 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWish bone for change Beeme715 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe gallery of mirrors animan215 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBroken string Indigowriter515 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA New Eden skinner_jennifer1215 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDinosaur Feathers Numby Pumby Poo IV115 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

She

In this shadedness from burning afternoon, I lie beside you close against the dusk beating with its rhythm feeling with abstract along the silk but took the sap of warning my other you,

aLetterToLove (IP)

… She was caught by something, out there by the river's sea, the sea's river, some pinnacle, some glint across a window, a pane, that gave her space, space to pause her walking,

The mechanics

No clear idea – no clear sense of what to say – just prowing out with fingers into the waters of the self Just going random

the times of ages

*early life* In life’s morning, when the dawn has passed and the world is becoming lit, pure sense hits; and in that brief and feeling moment, we lift our feet and

I see you

I never thought you'd do it. I never saw it coming. I never thought you'd place that in my face, that soft caress, that silence of slowing. There's nothing I can say, need say.

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