Rhiannonw

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StoryInnocence Reclaimed (The Dementia Song) Moonbrand98 years 5 months ago
StoryHaiku Set 1 Shannan48 years 5 months ago
StorySuperb, and Sympathetic Rhiannonw58 years 5 months ago
StoryCounting down Deliberately Ev...58 years 5 months ago
StoryDreamy … Rhiannonw48 years 5 months ago
StoryGoing Through The Change skinner_jennifer68 years 6 months ago
StoryBeth Tree and the Elgars 2 jeand48 years 6 months ago
StoryEve's observation of winter hedgehog168 years 6 months ago
StoryA Day in the Garden Ed Crane68 years 6 months ago
StoryBy Design skinner_jennifer128 years 6 months ago
StoryBeth Tree and the Elgars 1 jeand78 years 6 months ago
StoryConned 2 - part 8 jeand68 years 6 months ago
StoryPictures of Eric in Blue Ed Crane138 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Lost Souls hedgehog168 years 6 months ago
Story‘Come, buy … without money’ Rhiannonw28 years 6 months ago
StoryBut what is ‘sin’? Rhiannonw28 years 6 months ago
Storysomeone's always here prettyrose28 years 6 months ago
StoryGreed luigi_pagano68 years 6 months ago
Blog entryLast night's terrorist attack Ray Schaufeld78 years 6 months ago
StoryA Certain Dream luigi_pagano78 years 6 months ago
StorySloth is … Rhiannonw68 years 6 months ago
StoryDevon kate emily38 years 6 months ago
StoryVariety Rhiannonw48 years 6 months ago
StoryTen Days after the Ascension Rhiannonw08 years 6 months ago
StoryOn the Stiperstones* Rhiannonw48 years 6 months ago

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Whispered Infection

Whispers insinuate, slither in, infecting dripping twisted truth, injecting – subtly …

Cared For

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] They know their Master’s voice …They follow at his call, and heed his every word, … He glances round the stars, far mightier is he, and yet he cares for foolish sheep and comforts lovingly.
Gold cherry

Grey-Day rambling

… around part of Wenlock Edge Squelchy mud – don’t slither, slide, slippery stile – its steps not wide enough for muddy boots to stand securely …...

Reconciled, then fostering peace

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] So vast the chasm, huge the rift …What could he do? …to foster peace they’d now been freed!

New life for a hot-water bottle cover!

My face is not appealing, my tummy is concealing a heart that can be hot to cheer a chilly spot. But now I’ve lost my purpose, I’m limp and lying...
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