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Blog entryTrying free writing again... caribou_02 years 1 month ago
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StoryAt sea with you caribou_83 years 7 months ago
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CollectionBoys, Girls and Alcohol and Random Things (Poetry) caribou_15 years 7 months ago
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My stories

Save Some Space for Dessert

Buzz is about to step out into the bright lights of a product launch with a bunch of cue cards he’s not allowed to use, a sneaking suspicion he might be sick and the knowledge that the expectations of Cosmos Aeronautics’ Board of Directors is high, to say the least.
Gold cherry

Railway Tracks, Laughter & Spiders

The buddleia is turning brown by the side of the tracks A butterfly perches, rises, perches, rises, then suddenly turns back The South side signal...
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Lily

You were palm-sized when you arrived Wide-eyed and wrinkled Spent every day from then by Angela's side Enjoying all things simple We called you...
Cherry

Night bus

Entering the hidden cathedral of my mind Through the back door of nostalgia On the 159 From Trafalgar Square to nowhere Across the Waterloo bridge A...
Cherry

Friday nights

Staring at a plane with you in awe As if we had never seen one Or been on one before And couldn’t even dream how that might feel Like watching moon...

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