Yutka

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StoryCheck mating Yutka211 years 9 months ago
StoryCaptive Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryBridge with God Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryBig Daddy Yutka111 years 9 months ago
StoryBeing nude was rude Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryBehind Bars Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryBadoo Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryAutumn Song Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryAthena, Goddess Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryAt last Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryAs the transient wind Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryAre you as light as the dead now? Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryAnd when apart Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryAnd so we lived Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryAll things are spirit Yutka311 years 9 months ago
StoryAll the files Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryAgainst the low-hung skies Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryAfter Mandela Yutka211 years 9 months ago
StoryAfter he has given me grief Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryA year flown out Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryA Wishing Well Yutka011 years 9 months ago
StoryA son is home for Christmas Yutka011 years 9 months ago
Story Unperturbed Yutka111 years 9 months ago
Story2012 Yutka211 years 9 months ago
Story If I sang Yutka211 years 9 months ago

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Yellow dull winter days

They have come fast, yellow dull winter days, short on the tablecloths of snow, stain suddenly the copper-coloured earth. Few rusty shingle roofs...

circles

Another year a ring grown by a tree who silently without forboding circles with earth creatures too do not feel circling circled by years strong-...
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Cherry

the seagull

It was only part white; the seagull that swooped down on us nearly brushing us with its wings, but in my head I saw this ghost of a bird, shadowless...
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Enslaved

“No one is more a slave than he who thinks himself free of being one”J.W.von Goethe Count us over and over, cut us into so many shapes at any time,...

We stand at a loss

Loosened in winds, how returns are always in vain ... Something rescinds, as if by a leaving train we stand at a loss. Nothing leads back across our...

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