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StoryFascination Bee711 years 6 months ago
StoryNow is the Winter of our Discontent A Monologue Denzella1211 years 6 months ago
StoryYou don't need money to be rich randy-johnson211 years 6 months ago
StoryOut with the Old luigi_pagano811 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Garage Sale! Denzella911 years 7 months ago
StoryPivot-point of History Rhiannonw211 years 7 months ago
StoryWe Remember Rhiannonw411 years 7 months ago
StorySnail Bee711 years 7 months ago
StoryMistletoe and Mothballs Silver Spun Sand2611 years 7 months ago
StoryAny Mother's Prayer (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand411 years 7 months ago
Blog entry20.12.13 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week Luke Neima911 years 7 months ago
StoryOnly This... Silver Spun Sand1311 years 7 months ago
StorySanta's Lament Silver Spun Sand811 years 7 months ago
StoryLost In The Crowd. IP prettyrose411 years 7 months ago
Blog entry13.12.13 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week Luke Neima411 years 7 months ago
StoryMy First Love Bee1711 years 7 months ago
StoryPleasant Stranger prettyrose1211 years 7 months ago
StorySanta and the Purple Scurf well-wisher111 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Virgin's Tale Silver Spun Sand911 years 7 months ago
StoryAn ABC Tale luigi_pagano411 years 7 months ago
StoryTaking Care of Evie Bee1311 years 7 months ago
StoryWinter is Galloping Richard L. Prov...511 years 7 months ago
StoryShe Paints Life Richard L. Prov...211 years 7 months ago
Blog entry6.12.13 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week Luke Neima611 years 7 months ago
StoryWINTER COMES Linda Wigzell Cress1711 years 7 months ago

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"My times are in your hands" [on Psalm 31:15a)]

[Continuing the idea of a hymn for Sundays] … and the future I can face – excitement and expectancy … I am not self-employed, for …

Coastal Path (5) – Horses

… no place for pampered horse – these, sturdy, dour with windswept manes unkempt survive, foot-sure.

Certain Hope Reliable

[The Sunday Song a day early this week:] Unfounded hope … to no avail – a hope as weak as me … of hope secure they shout!
Cherry

Stumpy Toddy (Wren)

phenomenal the sound … huddle in numbers to protect from killing cold, by cuddle

God spoke, from the beginning (Poetry Monthly)

[another Sunday hymn, this time using the March Poetry Monthly repetition theme] ''In the past God spoke … at many times and in various ways, but in these last days he has spoken to us by his Son …"

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