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StoryVanilla, a Choice of Season Richard L. Prov...415 years 2 months ago
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StoryDisasters Rhiannonw215 years 5 months ago

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Aber Mawddach*

( anglicized to ‘Barmouth’) The streams are flowing, the river growing, from mountain tumble to lowland amble that slowly wanders and meanders, until an estuary with tidal range,

Truth Revealed

Is truth immutable concealed, – that sought-for, solid base? or has a greater One revealed real absolutes, in grace? No other person knows my thought unless explained and shared;

Evening Light after Rain

Glittering evening sunlight casts banding shadows, stark contrasts – golden gleam, and flowers vivid. Earlier, skies were sombre, livid – hours of drizzle, torrents rushing,
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I’m Bertie the bus! (IP)

Twenty past nine, at the village green, the forthcoming happenings as yet unseen. Who would be coming along to pay and purchase a ticket for town today?

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

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