Rhiannonw

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StoryI Am your Dad Richard L. Prov...414 years 2 weeks ago
StorySum valiswaverider414 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDaydreaming skinner_jennifer1814 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Lighthouse Richard L. Prov...214 years 1 month ago
StoryJesus Loves You mcscraic114 years 2 months ago
StoryThose Were the Days... Silver Spun Sand1814 years 2 months ago
StoryVanilla, a Choice of Season Richard L. Prov...414 years 2 months ago
StorySunday sorrow Mummy Penguin714 years 3 months ago
StoryEarly in the Year. Luly Whisper614 years 3 months ago
StoryNature's Songs L G Meadows614 years 4 months ago
StoryAttempts at Haiku. ScoZen1814 years 4 months ago
StoryDisasters Rhiannonw214 years 5 months ago

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My stories

I’m no good at cooking while talking (IP)

A widow with a nervous disposition, oppressed with loneliness, depression, accepting proffered invitation to come to have some lunch with me. Hard work to keep up conversation

Woodland blue

Sea of vivid blue, trees above with new leaves emerging through swelling buds; and cream windflower clusters seem foaming on the swells – woodland flooded with bluebells.

The Celts are used to it! (IP)

When you’re used to the wet, you don’t tend to let it stop you much, just put on your mack, and wellies, and pack your things in a plastic bag, or sack,

Near but far (IP)

I’m snug and cosy in my bed, and smug not to be outside instead – the rain is pattering and battering windows and trees, and I hug my knees, shiver and grin, – it’s nice to be in,

Duty and pleasure

When is a duty a pleasure, a delightful endeavour? When the recipient’s a treasure, loving, and kind, and you gain such a warm overflowing rich measure of encouragements, joys that remain.

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