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StoryThe Night Before the Radiotherapy Silver Spun Sand811 years 10 months ago
StoryA Silence markle411 years 10 months ago
StorySometimes instant is no good Shannan611 years 10 months ago
StoryFrog Spring (2) markle511 years 10 months ago
StorySince Parkinson's was His Silver Spun Sand1411 years 10 months ago
StoryOur Prayers God'sPoeticChild211 years 10 months ago
StoryBadger the burrower well-wisher111 years 11 months ago
StorySnowed in rachel1712211 years 11 months ago
StoryWelcome Sunshine (IP) Rhiannonw811 years 11 months ago
StoryFamily Meals jeand711 years 11 months ago
StoryIn the cold Shannan511 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Blue Chair Silver Spun Sand1311 years 11 months ago
StoryI Brought It To You Shannan211 years 11 months ago
Story'Mad Dogs and Englishmen...' (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand611 years 11 months ago
StoryTHIRTY SEVEN CELSIUS moonphish211 years 11 months ago
StoryMay Day Bee1711 years 11 months ago
StoryCame the Spring Silver Spun Sand811 years 11 months ago
StoryFRAMED Linda Wigzell Cress1811 years 11 months ago
StorySaint or Scoundrel 12 jeand511 years 11 months ago
StoryCrow and I Silver Spun Sand811 years 11 months ago
StoryWhat an Elephant is… (and some other short Elephant poems) well-wisher111 years 11 months ago
Story“Cool” or warm? Rhiannonw1311 years 11 months ago
StorySaint or Scoundrel 6 jeand411 years 11 months ago
StoryHere on the Beach (IP) New edit. Possible not last... maisie811 years 11 months ago
StoryAfter You'd Gone... Silver Spun Sand1011 years 11 months ago

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My stories

If you remain silent at this time … (b:example)

Exiled in a foreign land, now chosen by the king to be his queen, but even she dared not to enter in, into his court unless he call – rarely, he...

One small change … ? (a:general)

If he hadn’t said that word, or she hadn’t told of what she’d heard, there might have never been that revolution, there might have been an amiable...

The ‘Icecoming’

Tall-shaders shed … and floating feather-rain …

Beautiful!

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] No BANG! nor luck, could ever make a snail… Tune: Marching through Georgia

Bright November Late Afternoon

[The photo is of another day, and time of day, and weather, but the same place]

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