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StorySmall Wonder Silver Spun Sand1214 years 10 months ago
StoryForgotten Lake Richard L. Prov...514 years 11 months ago
StoryGod is on Our Side Richard L. Prov...214 years 11 months ago
StoryLost and Found - a song amlee414 years 11 months ago
StoryI Am your Dad Richard L. Prov...414 years 11 months ago
StorySum valiswaverider414 years 12 months ago
StoryDaydreaming skinner_jennifer1815 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Lighthouse Richard L. Prov...215 years 3 weeks ago
StoryJesus Loves You mcscraic115 years 1 month ago
StoryThose Were the Days... Silver Spun Sand1815 years 1 month ago
StoryVanilla, a Choice of Season Richard L. Prov...415 years 1 month ago
StorySunday sorrow Mummy Penguin715 years 2 months ago
StoryEarly in the Year. Luly Whisper615 years 2 months ago
StoryNature's Songs L G Meadows615 years 2 months ago
StoryAttempts at Haiku. ScoZen1815 years 3 months ago
StoryDisasters Rhiannonw215 years 4 months ago

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My stories

Grown-ups missing Santa

A generous old man adept, and deft at giving secret gifts: morphed to foster expectations of presents as befits the average monthly purse of each locale (why can’t I ask to get a horse?

Visit to Clun

Clustered village in a vale of sombre hills, high mound aside with towering ruin: gaping, ragged window voids that frame stunning views of drop to valley floor

New Year’s Day Tandem

Blue sky, crisp air, glinting floods, reflections of reversed bare-boned trees; refreshing breeze; dashing down dips (he’s in front, hope he’s taking care) struggling up hills

From the east to the King-child in the house

Gold, and frankincense, and myrrh: gifts so costly, rich and rare: kingly honour, infant Saviour, – Jesus our sins would bear. ch : See the Gentiles travelling far,

A brown Christmas …

A brown Christmas, dead buzzard in the mud, fields a-flood, welcome sight of clearing sky a breeze up high to make clouds skud away awhile; still warm and bright the friendly smile,

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