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My stories

Perfect Rebuilds (IP)

He knew they’d crucify, destroy, foretold he would arise, his body gloriously rebuilt, their accusations lies. And when I realised how corrupt was all my selfish thought,

Giving, and receiving

(which is harder? which benefits who more?) To give is gain; so why complain, grudgingly receiveing, and slow in giving – cash, or ‘kind’, or help, a listening ear awhile,

Night noises (IP)

With a sniffle and a snuffle, and a sudden snort, the silences of darkness are rare and short, there’s a giggle and a gurgle, and a low long growl, a hiss, a hum, a murmur,

A rioter’s hangover (IP)

… We’ll run amok, do anything to shock, and break and crack, yell, shriek, attack, until exhausted …

A relaxed ramble

Along the lane from Arthur’s Stone [collapsed remains from times long gone, some ‘cromlech’ ancient burial mound once buried underneath the ground] to Merbach hill, with blue-domed sky:

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