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StoryBelonging, Loyalty, Freedom and Independence (Late I.P.) 566 words Denzella811 years 10 months ago
StoryMap Reading for Beginners Philip Sidney1211 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Moving Vans of my Childhood (late IP: moving) agnosticnun611 years 10 months ago
StoryLiving Tapestry Rhiannonw1611 years 10 months ago
StoryAlbatross Silver Spun Sand2011 years 10 months ago
StoryDakota Diary - 3 - Chicago and Springfield jeand611 years 10 months ago
StoryA Bit and Another Bit of Me Bee911 years 10 months ago
StoryDakota Diary - 2 - The Train Journey jeand711 years 10 months ago
StoryTwittering Mix - "Micro-poetry" prompters Shannan211 years 10 months ago
StoryDakota Diary - 1 jeand611 years 10 months ago
StoryAn apology to Archie Josh411 years 10 months ago
StoryThe pet Josh111 years 10 months ago
StoryBrains Rhiannonw1111 years 10 months ago
StoryIt’s ’til another day… (IP) Rhiannonw1111 years 10 months ago
StoryWhat's In a Smile? jeand1411 years 10 months ago
StoryDay after Day 28 - part 2 jeand611 years 10 months ago
StoryDay after Day 28 - part 1 jeand611 years 10 months ago
StoryTRUST (Last week's IP) Linda Wigzell Cress511 years 10 months ago
StoryNight noises (IP) Rhiannonw1211 years 10 months ago
StoryDay after Day 27 jeand611 years 10 months ago
StoryDay after Day 26 jeand1211 years 11 months ago
StoryHere Bee1811 years 11 months ago
StoryI Saw A Faceless Man Allen Johnson Jr611 years 11 months ago
StoryPoetry Day Pastoral Philip Sidney1211 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Absence of Noise smokejack111 years 11 months ago

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Reaching

(photo 1) A stricken tree, its bones survive – grey, honed they reach, and taper high to poke the blue, like twisting roots upon the sky.

On the Road to Emmaus

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] They’re joined by one … – the risen corpse they talked about!

Path blocked

Along the low ridge, blue skies and white clouds – Clee hills to the left, Wenlock Edge to the right; then on to the lane … cows, calves and a bull moved to greet us, squashed up close – inquisitive? should we squeeze through …

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