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StoryOh where do the tears go? K. N. Thorn311 years 6 months ago
StoryWatching Raindrops Rhiannonw811 years 6 months ago
StoryDakota Diary - 6 - Chicago again and Omaha jeand611 years 6 months ago
StoryMother valiswaverider311 years 6 months ago
StorySilent Scream valiswaverider511 years 6 months ago
StoryRoom Nine's the One in Three of Us Silver Spun Sand1111 years 6 months ago
StoryA Gambian Experience Silver Spun Sand1511 years 6 months ago
StoryDakota Diary 5 - More from the Wild West Show jeand611 years 6 months ago
StoryThe calm after the storm (IP) Rhiannonw1011 years 6 months ago
StorySudden Snow Rhiannonw1311 years 6 months ago
StoryDakota Diary -4 - The Wild West Show jeand711 years 6 months ago
StoryUniversal motion Rhiannonw611 years 6 months ago
StoryBelonging, Loyalty, Freedom and Independence (Late I.P.) 566 words Denzella811 years 6 months ago
StoryMap Reading for Beginners Philip Sidney1211 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Moving Vans of my Childhood (late IP: moving) agnosticnun611 years 6 months ago
StoryLiving Tapestry Rhiannonw1611 years 6 months ago
StoryAlbatross Silver Spun Sand2011 years 6 months ago
StoryDakota Diary - 3 - Chicago and Springfield jeand611 years 6 months ago
StoryA Bit and Another Bit of Me Bee911 years 6 months ago
StoryDakota Diary - 2 - The Train Journey jeand711 years 6 months ago
StoryTwittering Mix - "Micro-poetry" prompters Shannan211 years 6 months ago
StoryDakota Diary - 1 jeand611 years 6 months ago
StoryAn apology to Archie Josh411 years 6 months ago
StoryThe pet Josh111 years 6 months ago
StoryBrains Rhiannonw1111 years 6 months ago

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Variety

Not too cold, and not too hot, breath of cool air when we’ve had a lot of beating sun for days and days – gardens need rain for the flowers to blaze...
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On the Stiperstones*

Craggy rocks along the crest, short pull up to walk the ridge, or clamber on each ‘dragon’ pile. In sweeps curtain of fine rain – mysterious now the...

Safe

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] My heart now must sing, praise to him bring, this song he has placed in my mouth, I will sing …

Walk along the Wye

Among the humpy bare hills of mid-Wales, we walk by the Wye out of Builth* …

Guilt and Relief

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Have you a secret? Are you perturbed? Memories haunt, your spirit disturbed … Blessèd and happy, glorious relief, wonderful grace replacing the grief,

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