Deliberately Evolving

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Story'You've Been Framed!' (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand1210 years 4 months ago
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Story'Just One of those Things' Silver Spun Sand1110 years 4 months ago
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Story‘Blowing hot and cold’ (IP) Rhiannonw810 years 4 months ago
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StoryLOVE WOULD PASS AWAY moonphish410 years 4 months ago
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StoryGwaun* valley (Pembrokeshire) in May Rhiannonw1010 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Birds and the Bees Silver Spun Sand1410 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Waiting Room Bee5110 years 4 months ago
StoryWhat Am I? jolono1210 years 4 months ago
StoryA Parable For Our Time (Poetry Monthly) luigi_pagano1710 years 4 months ago
Story'Origami' (part one) Art of the Diver410 years 4 months ago
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StoryWhile you were sleeping Sarah Allatt510 years 4 months ago
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