Rhiannonw

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StoryEarly in the Year. Luly Whisper615 years 5 months ago
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My stories

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,

A train journey

One is nearly two, and two are three, then there’s Mum, and also me – to help. How long will it be? trying different seats, exploring, views from windows, rain is pouring,

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