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Forum topicCreating a website - any ideas? alex_tomlin512 years 5 months ago
StoryTramp animan512 years 5 months ago
StoryWas it? animan412 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 10 animan312 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 9 animan212 years 5 months ago
StoryQuite span212 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 6 animan712 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 8 animan212 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 4 animan212 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 2 animan212 years 5 months ago
StoryTill I looked at you animan512 years 5 months ago
StoryABC for Zoologists Silver Spun Sand2312 years 5 months ago
StoryInner chalice animan212 years 5 months ago
Storythe skysprinters animan212 years 5 months ago
StoryImaginary Heartbeats maggyvaneijk1512 years 5 months ago
StoryNola Darling maggyvaneijk2912 years 5 months ago
Storythe weaver of myths animan612 years 5 months ago
StoryShe'll break your heart mcmanaman412 years 5 months ago
StoryTemptation L G Meadows3012 years 6 months ago
Forum topicRE: They alphadog11312 years 6 months ago
StoryOutside my comfort zone animan212 years 6 months ago
StoryWish bone for change Beeme712 years 6 months ago
StoryThe gallery of mirrors animan212 years 6 months ago
StoryBroken string Indigowriter512 years 6 months ago
StoryA New Eden skinner_jennifer1212 years 6 months ago

My stories

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.
Cherry

Echoes of an Ode Man

The title came to me in a dream, bit like Stravinsky's wind septet. I love the title as you might've guessed. ... The Octet, sorry, not the Septet.

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