Esther

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StoryPoem Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryLife as it is Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryShe was a women who.... Esther110 years 10 months ago
StoryThe women who Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe women that left home for a year and a day Esther010 years 10 months ago
StorySoft, dark eyes stared back Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryKindle well your image Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryNobody knows Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryLove Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe truth is all memory is fiction Esther010 years 10 months ago
StorySo the Snapes story continued Esther210 years 10 months ago
StoryThe world of Charlie Snape Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryThis child with far to go Esther210 years 10 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther210 years 10 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther110 years 10 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther110 years 10 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther010 years 10 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther010 years 10 months ago

My stories

Poem

By Esther on Mon, 17 Jun 2013

Dad; your still very special to me; In the wind and the sun and the rain as the years fold away into one you continue to be my someone. I was eight when I stole that jelly-baby
Love
Poem
Certificate 18

Tom

By Esther on Mon, 17 Jun 2013

There was no play-school for children as special as Tom in her days. No specialist she knew about who could help her, make suggestions, as to how her 24 hour situation could be handled. No D.L.A.
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Story
Certificate 18

Tom

By Esther on Mon, 17 Jun 2013

One of the doctors had said to her kindly, unknowingly touching her on part of her wrist where she’ accidentally scalded herself, that it might be a good idea if she considered her options.
Love
Story
Certificate 18

Tom

By Esther on Sun, 16 Jun 2013

She’d told Tom that in her days folk only had one dustbin. That in her day’s people didn’t have central heating and in her days the bin lid was used for drawing the fire up in the hearth.
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Story
Certificate 18

Poem

By Esther on Sat, 15 Jun 2013

People hope tomorrow will be better should the letter be sent or dropped in the bin with secrets kept close to the heart. People hope for the coming of summer of clothes of various hue's
Love
Poem
Certificate 18

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