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StoryAfter The Rain skinner_jennifer1912 years 2 months ago
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StoryMia and the colour purple seashore1012 years 3 months ago
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StoryClose johnshade212 years 3 months ago
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StoryDid you ever wonder? Parson Thru712 years 3 months ago
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StoryDear John seashore2212 years 3 months ago
StoryColouring Gaugin seashore1212 years 3 months ago
StoryCold turkey in a clinic with no name, 2000 (IP) seashore2112 years 3 months ago
StoryCiara aged five and a bit seashore1012 years 3 months ago
StoryBlack & White (IP) seashore1612 years 3 months ago
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StoryAn unknown soldier seashore3912 years 3 months ago
StoryAll my seasons of grass seashore2912 years 3 months ago

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Cherry

The Late Miss Rigby

She is all the lonely people hiding behind doors, walking at night, experiencing life vicariously through lighted windows and television screens. She has watched him from

Not cherries again (IP)

Cherries, you say? But I've been there done that already. I even got the T-shirt (you know what I mean). I said my goodbyes before killing off a whole orchard
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Goodbye to the Cherry Orchard

On a warm fragrant May morning Anya tiptoes through her special place, one hand lifting swishing skirts free of the soft earth. My sunshine, my Spring she thinks, watching the light
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Colouring Gaugin

When I think of you my thoughts are yellow tinged with red, not the cool shades of lemon or cadmium (like the yellow Christ) but more the warm ochre of golden light on lady-skin
Cherry

The Tired Dancer

The tired dancer resting, took up her brush and created a choreography in paint and collage where her free-moving spirit could meander at will through clovered valleys and stormy hillsides,

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