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StoryThe Stuff of Dreams Silver Spun Sand815 years 10 months ago
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StorySouthwold Revisited (The Sound of the Sea) Silver Spun Sand1315 years 10 months ago
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StoryWe Rowed MistakenMagic815 years 10 months ago
StoryMODEL BEHAVIOUR Dynamaso615 years 10 months ago
StoryLost in New York - Pt II Zuku315 years 10 months ago
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StoryThe Son of All Fears Ewan1015 years 10 months ago
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Storytwinkle, twinkle alang115 years 10 months ago
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StoryWordsmith's Prayer jennifer815 years 10 months ago
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StoryTime and time again Dynamaso1215 years 11 months ago

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My stories

On the Insanity of Bureaucracy

Letting off steam - very riled. Pfft!

In Imitation, I find Freedom bred from Limitation

FTSE100's Forum Challenge - May All Your Wonderpants Be Underpants - the rewrite, poetically?

At the Tithe barn (Inspiration Point) 14th October 2008

Inspiration Point and perfect sunny Sunday curiously coincide...
Poem of the week

Autumn Grieves

Melancholy, for Autumn...

I can hear the sun playing outside

I can hear the sun playing outside (9th October 2008, 2.35pm) I can hear the sun playing outside on the tarmaccaddam, or perhaps it is the children; I can hear the grass shouting

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