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StoryThe Truth, The Whole Truth, Nothing But . . . gletherby108 years 5 months ago
StoryHeat or Warm Rhiannonw48 years 5 months ago
StorySir There's A Waiter In My Wine Part Three ) skinner_jennifer88 years 5 months ago
StoryLove in the Time of the Plague luigi_pagano88 years 5 months ago
StoryDave Swakeley is Dying Ray Schaufeld78 years 5 months ago
StoryAll's Well that Ends Well luigi_pagano68 years 5 months ago
StoryLOVERS LAMENT Linda Wigzell Cress48 years 5 months ago
StoryRiver Clun Wander - Mud and Wild Snowdrops Rhiannonw48 years 5 months ago
StoryGifts Unvalued Rhiannonw28 years 5 months ago
StoryTake Me Back To My Womb forest_for_ever48 years 5 months ago
StoryTerminological Inexactitudes Rhiannonw48 years 5 months ago
StoryThat Myth! Rhiannonw28 years 5 months ago
StoryFEBRUARY moonphish28 years 5 months ago
StoryBugs, bugs, and more bugs Rhiannonw48 years 5 months ago
StoryStill January around White Castle, Monmouthshire Rhiannonw68 years 5 months ago
StoryRising Fives... Silver Spun Sand158 years 5 months ago
StoryResurrection Mark Say28 years 5 months ago
StoryTroodos luigi_pagano88 years 5 months ago
StoryHealing skinner_jennifer68 years 5 months ago
StoryA perfect Father Rhiannonw08 years 5 months ago
StorySuperstitions’ Grip Rhiannonw68 years 5 months ago
StoryFable Ray Schaufeld78 years 5 months ago
StorySpring Welcome. Ladylily28 years 5 months ago
StoryNew Life Fruit Rhiannonw78 years 6 months ago
StoryI Got Mail luigi_pagano48 years 6 months ago

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My stories

Dear Dad … 3)

(For the third of these letters, I had been working on trying to explain some of the moral pressures and changes of 50 years on, but not an easy topic, but, prompted by the current IP, I thought I should persevere.)
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He is God, and loves me!

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] God himself who formed the stars loves me, truly loves me! Sent his Son, his dear Son bearing scorn to save me! Melts my heart and fires my soul …

Isn’t it amazing what a cup of tea can do?

Birds brighten, and so does my brain … : morning chorus?
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Tiny Water Footprints

‘Why is there water on the kitchen floor?’ We look through the dining room door and see tiny footprints wet, in a row crossing the the vinyl, glint...

Searching – Finding?

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Ideas strange some may devise … History gives record clear … Each of us can seek and find …

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