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StoryAnyway, the hamsters grandaddy17 years 5 months ago
StoryFirst of February luigi_pagano87 years 5 months ago
StoryMeaningless? Rhiannonw137 years 5 months ago
StoryTo my wife The Chosen One17 years 5 months ago
StoryThought only Yutka77 years 5 months ago
StoryBosco Verticale luigi_pagano67 years 5 months ago
Story the art of … listening Rhiannonw97 years 5 months ago
Story10 things Before you Drown … Rhiannonw97 years 5 months ago
StoryWaking into Dreams Tom Brown17 years 5 months ago
StoryWalking With North Wind skinner_jennifer67 years 5 months ago
Story From West To North And Then Some... skinner_jennifer77 years 5 months ago
StoryVital Rhiannonw07 years 5 months ago
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StoryWinter Is Here FallenAngel17 years 5 months ago
StoryBREXIT hilary west67 years 5 months ago
StoryGive and Take luigi_pagano87 years 5 months ago
StoryCircle from Craswall 11/1/19 Rhiannonw257 years 5 months ago
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StoryButternut Squash hilary west67 years 5 months ago
StorySomebody Sang and I saw the Colour Blue Jane Hyphen187 years 5 months ago
StoryDown Memory Lane luigi_pagano87 years 5 months ago
StoryDon't Make Any Deals With God mcscraic27 years 5 months ago
Storygrab a granny celticman157 years 5 months ago
StoryLess is More (More or Less) luigi_pagano47 years 5 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

Simple things

Busy, busy working frenzy … no time to spare to stop for simple things …

Soul Food

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Having fasted, Jesus, hungry heard the tempter tell him to ‘Turn the stones to bread, for You are God the...
Cherry

A Winning Handshake

Always in trouble, mischievous, gullible, embittered, a rebel – but sport brought a medal; in a dream he went forward to receive the award, extended his arm for the usual handshake …

"Your Word is Truth"

…‘So not then hoodwinked easily by floods of falsehoods constantly that batter me or slyly squeeze into my thoughts with subtle ease. …

Prison Walls bring hope!*

The walls incarcerated men, confined, blocked out the tortured moans of battered minds and bones; but see! they hold up messages of hope … and hear! those walls have now become a sounding board – tap tap, tap …

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I'm afraid I hadn't noticed

Posted on Sun, 14 Dec 2014

I'm afraid I hadn't noticed this last week. It has an intriguing wistfulness. Love the feeling of the wind, and the sounds can be so varied and odd - nice when comfy indoors, like the sounds of the rain. Rhiannon

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Posted in Wild and Beautiful

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You've rephrased some of

Posted on Wed, 17 Dec 2014

You've rephrased some of these thoughts, while redrawing the moment (stopping the clock in a sense) and there is much tender beauty in the captured scene, linked to past memories, and present struggles, which could help others. Rhiannon

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Posted in Quarter to January

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The interview with

Posted on Tue, 16 Dec 2014

The interview with Ipnasoletok is fascinating. Was the ban on speaking their languages lifted in later years? It reminds me of youngsters in Wales years ago having to wear a board saying 'Welsh Not' i think if caught speaking the language, but in...

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Posted in We Who Survived -16 - Perrin Whitman and the Indians -part 3

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There has always been a

Posted on Sun, 14 Dec 2014

There has always been a tension between being open with any nationality about things in their lives that are definitely coming between their hearts and God, and what is just more minor things, and cultural differences between people of different...

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Posted in We Who Survived -14 - Perrin Whitman and the Indians -part 1

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The sun sets over the birches

Posted on Mon, 08 Dec 2014

The sun sets over the birches –
pencil-sketched on a gun-metal sky

that's lovely and fits the beautiful picture so well. Such evenings are times for memories and longing. regards, Rhiannon
[ricochets  of lathe and...

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Posted in December Late Afternoon

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This has made me think how

Posted on Tue, 18 Nov 2014

This has made me think how such a saved letter can bring memories of the person active and communicating, maybe more than a photograph. Rhiannon

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Posted in PS No PS

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How sad, how difficult

Posted on Wed, 12 Nov 2014

How sad, how difficult visiting in that situation, just hoping more is appreciated than shows, like when someone is in a coma. It there are earlier happy memories I suppose one has to fix on them. I'm so thankful that at present, both my in-laws...

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Posted in The Shadow of Lilith

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the snatch of breath when a

Posted on Mon, 20 Oct 2014

the snatch of breath when a sunburst rips apart a darkening autumn evening sky.  Lovely picture.

Such moments still happen but unexpectedly, as the remembered little incidents and smiles in this, – going back we'd just store them...

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Posted in All in an Autumn Evening

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HI, Shannan. Sorry to hear

Posted on Sun, 19 Oct 2014

HI, Shannan. Sorry to hear things hav e been pretty tough.
Keeping up with friends on facebook seems to be a mixed blessing – you can catch up with the news they want to share, but for real friendship you need face to face friends you can...

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Posted in May you have a Facebook Rainbow

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You show how big the role of

Posted on Fri, 12 Sep 2014

You show how big the role of mother is. Rhiannon

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