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StoryThe Exact Time (IP) prettyrose314 years 9 months ago
StoryLuscious Language L G Meadows1114 years 9 months ago
StoryDreams of a River L G Meadows414 years 9 months ago
StoryTimelines Chs. 15 &16 (final) Rescue-Applied, and Completion Rhiannonw214 years 10 months ago
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 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Lighthouse Richard L. Prov...215 years 1 month 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 3 months ago
StoryNature's Songs L G Meadows615 years 3 months ago
StoryAttempts at Haiku. ScoZen1815 years 3 months ago
StoryDisasters Rhiannonw215 years 4 months ago

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4 Life-spans

(‘he’ could be ‘she’) One had had a busy life that satisfied, laboured, service useful, with no pride; patient now, enduring illness, weak’ning frame,
Cherry

Looking back at … supporting a child with Asperger symptoms

Vision and thoughts in precision-beamed focus, peripheral matters ignored, little notice to much of what else is occurring around. Where did he put down his jacket or book? –
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Brecon Beacons Climb

Misty layers of mountain folds, tramping higher, new views inspire, and give excuse to stop, turn round, to stare, lift eyes up from the ground, and drink it in before more slog

Queen Wasp's thoughts … during early May

I slept through the cold in a snug little nook. I woke, drank some nectar, then flew for a look, – to scrape scraps of wood from a post or a pole,

Building Philosophical houses of cards

In days of yore they trimmed their wood, creating idols that looked good, but nowadays we realise a lifeless doll no help supplies. Instead we sift ideas, build

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