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StorySeven Fishes in a Pond Silver Spun Sand1013 years 10 months ago
StoryFor Granddad - 21-11-2011 Shannan413 years 10 months ago
StorySneaky Feet L G Meadows213 years 10 months ago
StoryOn Entering... Silver Spun Sand2113 years 10 months ago
StoryMiracles can happen Surmise713 years 10 months ago
Story"Let's Start Again" Silver Spun Sand2413 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Cat's Whiskas! villagechick2413 years 11 months ago
StoryElephants Shoes shades313 years 11 months ago
StoryThe spoiled child Surmise213 years 11 months ago
StoryShow Me The Right Path. IP prettyrose813 years 11 months ago
StoryA League of Shadows Richard L. Prov...413 years 11 months ago
StoryAutumn Hues L G Meadows313 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Lemon Grower's Wife Silver Spun Sand1513 years 11 months ago
StoryMood Indigo... Silver Spun Sand1913 years 11 months ago
StoryWhat does April Mean To Me? (Alphabet Poem) well-wisher413 years 11 months ago
StoryJesus O Jesus and Other Christian Song Lyrics Carl Halling113 years 11 months ago
StoryABC for Zoologists Silver Spun Sand2313 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Exact Time (IP) prettyrose313 years 12 months ago
StoryLuscious Language L G Meadows1114 years 13 hours ago
StoryDreams of a River L G Meadows414 years 3 days ago
StoryTimelines Chs. 15 &16 (final) Rescue-Applied, and Completion Rhiannonw214 years 3 weeks ago
StorySmall Wonder Silver Spun Sand1214 years 1 month ago
StoryForgotten Lake Richard L. Prov...514 years 1 month ago
StoryGod is on Our Side Richard L. Prov...214 years 1 month ago
StoryLost and Found - a song amlee414 years 1 month ago

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Bad Memories

Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays : Bad memories can’t be erased, but Christ can quell all hate; can help us pity – make us see our own imperfect state.
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At last – Moving! (IP)

He wriggled and squirmed, he kicked as he yearned to reach for that thing over there! He stretched and he pushed, he flexed as he wished to change...

Aging Carer

Aging parent too aged to realise he’s cared for by his aging weary child –

"Don't Worry!"

Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays : That wretched thing called worry goes round and round and round inside my head, – I’m sorry...

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