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Storywhat goes up cassiegoeswild29 years 8 months ago
StoryCastles in the Air (Poetry Monthly) luigi_pagano109 years 8 months ago
StoryHeavenly Praise Rhiannonw49 years 8 months ago
StoryEnd of the road (Poetry Monthly) cassiegoeswild129 years 8 months ago
StoryNovemberesque Silver Spun Sand49 years 8 months ago
Story'The Borrowers' (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand209 years 8 months ago
StoryMy Rise and Fall (I am a road) (Poetry Monthly) Rhiannonw99 years 8 months ago
StoryStuck on a journey (Poetry Monthly) Deliberately Ev...119 years 8 months ago
StoryA Day of Reckoning luigi_pagano89 years 8 months ago
StoryMental Cruelty Deliberately Ev...129 years 8 months ago
Forum topicA quick-ish research question animan49 years 8 months ago
StoryFemale emancipation Deliberately Ev...199 years 8 months ago
StoryTimes Past or Past Times Starfish Girl49 years 8 months ago
StoryStarry, Starry Night Starfish Girl139 years 8 months ago
StorySpreading their Wings! Rhiannonw89 years 8 months ago
StoryThe further adventures of Stan -9 jeand89 years 8 months ago
StoryThe further adventures of Stan -8 jeand159 years 8 months ago
StoryThe further adventures of Stan -7 jeand89 years 8 months ago
StoryFascination Bee119 years 8 months ago
StoryBaobabs and Bedouins Silver Spun Sand79 years 8 months ago
StoryMy eyes will tell you Deliberately Ev...69 years 8 months ago
StoryCracking darkness Rhiannonw29 years 8 months ago
StoryOn the Mynd Rhiannonw139 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Missing Silver Spun Sand29 years 8 months ago
StoryThe further adventures of Stan -6 jeand89 years 8 months ago

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Man-made images hinder

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] How can we worship One unseen? No man-made idol-image can ever nourish true esteem – distortion is an...

Time Flies

May is past, June’s ahead – last week’s Radio Times is dead –(or maybe not quite, somethings there still are catchable on air in the stores of...

May Sky Melody

Burbling song resounds around the dome bubbling, erupting exultantly two little lungs breathe in, pour out in synchronous duet bursting, echoing over...

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