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StoryForgotten Lake Richard L. Prov...514 years 8 months ago
StoryGod is on Our Side Richard L. Prov...214 years 8 months ago
StoryLost and Found - a song amlee414 years 8 months ago
StoryI Am your Dad Richard L. Prov...414 years 8 months ago
StorySum valiswaverider414 years 9 months ago
StoryDaydreaming skinner_jennifer1814 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Lighthouse Richard L. Prov...214 years 10 months ago
StoryJesus Loves You mcscraic114 years 10 months ago
StoryThose Were the Days... Silver Spun Sand1814 years 10 months ago
StoryVanilla, a Choice of Season Richard L. Prov...414 years 11 months ago
StorySunday sorrow Mummy Penguin714 years 11 months ago
StoryEarly in the Year. Luly Whisper615 years 6 hours ago
StoryNature's Songs L G Meadows615 years 3 days ago
StoryAttempts at Haiku. ScoZen1815 years 1 week ago
StoryDisasters Rhiannonw215 years 1 month ago

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My stories

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.

City in the rain (IP)

Children three, their Mum and me, leave the train, to brave the rain, out from the station, been told there are signs, scanning everywhere, holding hands and bags, and chair,

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