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StoryThe Exact Time (IP) prettyrose314 years 3 days ago
StoryLuscious Language L G Meadows1114 years 6 days ago
StoryDreams of a River L G Meadows414 years 1 week ago
StoryTimelines Chs. 15 &16 (final) Rescue-Applied, and Completion Rhiannonw214 years 1 month 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
StoryI Am your Dad Richard L. Prov...414 years 2 months ago
StorySum valiswaverider414 years 2 months ago
StoryDaydreaming skinner_jennifer1814 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Lighthouse Richard L. Prov...214 years 3 months ago
StoryJesus Loves You mcscraic114 years 3 months ago
StoryThose Were the Days... Silver Spun Sand1814 years 4 months ago
StoryVanilla, a Choice of Season Richard L. Prov...414 years 4 months ago
StorySunday sorrow Mummy Penguin714 years 4 months ago
StoryEarly in the Year. Luly Whisper614 years 5 months ago
StoryNature's Songs L G Meadows614 years 5 months ago
StoryAttempts at Haiku. ScoZen1814 years 5 months ago
StoryDisasters Rhiannonw214 years 6 months ago

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My stories

(IP) 10, 20, 30 … 60 …

with apologies to A A Milne At 10, still growing not knowing where going; at 20 time a-plenty; by 30, very busy, family responsibility; so 40 brings perplexity, parental anxiety:

Shouting at God!

You shout at God Why? ‘As King why didn’t you prevent this illness, that event?’ “You do not see what I restrain, and soon I will remove all pain, but are you ready to embrace

The tangible, and the intangible (IP)

Fire … air … water … earth . ' Ether ’ used for the intangible … star movements, light, cyberspace … ?

Brr!! Woof!! and Penguins

Brr!! Woof!! Why don’t the little doggies’ paws freeze when its icy out of doors? their pads have freeze-resistant fat but also, and on top of that

Holywell Dingle in a Wet Winter

We went in the back end, didn’t know we’d have to wend through a field like a paddy, squishy mud to squelch and puddles to paddle, then, firmer ground where sunshine catches

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