Itane Vero

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StorySound of laughing Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StorySurvival instinct Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryCreativity Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryIt makes me wonder Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryTo start today Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryThe history of wine Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryExamples of a new life Itane Vero111 years 12 months ago
StorySalvation Itane Vero211 years 12 months ago
StoryReligion for beginners Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryOr call it peace Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryAlchemy Itane Vero211 years 12 months ago
StoryWhy have you forsaken me Itane Vero011 years 12 months ago
StoryThe old song will not declare itself Itane Vero012 years 1 week ago
StoryEighteen Sheets to the Wind ralph012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryiFun iDrew012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOn Sizzling Days Jane Hyphen012 years 2 weeks ago
StorySomething about the heat of the sun Itane Vero012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEarth's the right place for love Itane Vero012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryGarbage blues Itane Vero212 years 1 month ago
StoryThe poor in spirit Itane Vero412 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat we do Itane Vero212 years 1 month ago
StoryLike old friends do Itane Vero212 years 2 months ago
StoryIs this desire Itane Vero412 years 2 months ago

My stories

Jolly acrobat

Because I have to peer through the stargazer to discover a new planet. Because I have to go to the garage. Because I have to read all the attachments...

From here to there

Ultimately, a house is not a home. Not a house with four walls, large rectangular windows, a back-door, a hand-painted nameplate. It could be just as...

Ain't no valley low enough

"These mountains seem to be made to keep us humble, " you mumble when we take the path to the idle top. The sun in the sky is like a contended...

Vagrant

You might think. It must be possible to find an undescribed spot on this lonely planet As a boat floating on the unsuspecting water. A mill sleeps in...

The consolation of Bach

How a tear slips from his grey eyes. Like slow water from a dry wall. It's the only thing that moves of him. He just sits. Like a discarded chair,...
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