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StoryMadame Maserati Parson Thru1114 years 2 months ago
StoryA Day Like Any Other (IP) Silver Spun Sand2314 years 3 months ago
StoryHalf-lives II Parson Thru414 years 3 months ago
StoryOn love (and other things) Parson Thru314 years 3 months ago
StoryJust passing through Parson Thru214 years 3 months ago
StoryAll the women in my family smoke maggyvaneijk1814 years 3 months ago
StoryTo hold just once Parson Thru714 years 3 months ago
Storyaridity in the garden seannelson514 years 3 months ago
StoryNo Fairytale (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1414 years 3 months ago
StoryChances Beeme814 years 4 months ago
StoryEnduring Brixton mattstreatham514 years 4 months ago
StoryNopales for Breakfast JoseHdz2614 years 4 months ago
StoryCicada Songs cormacru9991614 years 4 months ago
StorySilence the scream Parson Thru414 years 4 months ago
StoryThe sleep of trees fromagreenhill314 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Light Parson Thru214 years 4 months ago
StoryAn Antelope With Issues caribou_414 years 4 months ago
StorySpare me Parson Thru314 years 4 months ago
StoryLast light Steve Button1814 years 4 months ago
StoryX Leaves A Flower - entered for the Margaret Reid Competition! maisie1114 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Thief Parson Thru414 years 4 months ago
StoryWhen Classically Trained Musicians Meet And Make Love - IP Dynamaso2914 years 4 months ago
StorySomeday, My Turn Richard L. Prov...414 years 5 months ago
StoryFrom a dream Parson Thru814 years 5 months ago

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Auchwitz-Birkenau 70

How could one human being enslave another? How could anyone design and operate a business whose purpose was to kill fellow human beings in cold blood...

Camino 7 - 26 September 2014

Villafranca del Bierzo to O’ Cebreiro N’s alarm woke us from a deep sleep. It was still dark. It was the first decent rest for almost a week and we...

My dear friend

My dear friend, We live so far apart these days, though it wasn’t always so. For a short time, we were tied alongside one of life's safe harbours...

Oh Sunday

Oh, Sunday. Sitting here among my lists. Books half-read, stories half-written. I hear the silence behind the ringing in my ears and see the sun’s...

three a.m.

What is this curse "You think too much" I know But how to stop and live life without questioning How to work and not wonder How to stay put and be...

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