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StoryThe Silent Witness seashore298 years 3 months ago
Storywaiting MarciaMarcia98 years 4 months ago
StoryThoughts of Gerald --- October fifth MarciaMarcia28 years 4 months ago
StoryPass...#2 MarciaMarcia78 years 4 months ago
StoryJoanie's Poem MarciaMarcia58 years 4 months ago
Blog entryBee's Journey. Sad News Insertponceyfre...308 years 4 months ago
StorySpringwatch! Rhiannonw128 years 6 months ago
StoryLethe Sim78 years 6 months ago
StoryShe had not aged well lavadis98 years 6 months ago
StoryAmidst A Squall MarciaMarcia08 years 6 months ago
StoryFine Bee228 years 10 months ago
Story"The Cob Will Have Nowhere To Live" Children's Chapter Book MarciaMarcia118 years 10 months ago
StoryDoubt is my mistress lavadis168 years 10 months ago
StoryLike What We Was Bee238 years 10 months ago
Story"The Cob Will Have Nowhere To Live" Children's Chapter Book MarciaMarcia198 years 10 months ago
Story"The Cob Will Have Nowhere To Live" Children's Chapter Book MarciaMarcia68 years 10 months ago
StoryEverything is gone Parson Thru118 years 11 months ago
Story"Here....." ( A Poet Answers "The Walker" by Bee) MarciaMarcia38 years 11 months ago
StoryBecalmed Parson Thru188 years 11 months ago
StoryA mouse in a world of cats lavadis48 years 11 months ago
StoryDays Like These Silver Spun Sand88 years 11 months ago
StoryPass... MarciaMarcia38 years 11 months ago
StoryThis Isn't a Dummy Run... Silver Spun Sand168 years 11 months ago
StoryYou Penny4athought38 years 11 months ago
StoryTo Glimpse a Butterfly Silver Spun Sand148 years 12 months ago

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a fork in the road. IP. By MarciaMarcia

A Fork in The Road Inspiration point do we not live many lifetimes in the one where perhaps ninety springs of buds become blossomed summer’s piece...
Cherry

stuff of life ip

2 reads stuff of life by Marcia Marcia from earth’s mantle churning molten stellar dust in mineral fissure folds move fire hot liquid upward thrust...

The Breach

The Breach one’s threads become unwound, unglued, off paced, unleveled ground and searching viewed through vision's skew in silence cause synapses...

my child...my D..o..r..o..th..y

my child...my Dorothy #2 enfolding...held within love’s celestial floating echoes entwined...muffled hearts beating time within time... through time...

Dorothy.......,Dorothy

Dorothy...Dorothy Dorothy........Dorothy these letters heard-spoken slowly...softly... contemplate... linger...one upon the next with gentle roll as...

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