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Story‘Better a dry crust with peace and quiet … Rhiannonw48 years 9 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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