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StoryCreation - 1 animan211 years 3 months ago
StoryComing and going animan011 years 3 months ago
StoryClush animan011 years 3 months ago
StoryChristopher (1953 – 1983) animan611 years 3 months ago
StoryChoose your path animan211 years 3 months ago
StoryChez nous! animan011 years 3 months ago
StoryChemistry animan011 years 3 months ago
StoryBlack sandwich, prawn shoes animan011 years 3 months ago
StoryBeatore animan111 years 3 months ago
Storybay-ah-tree-chay animan011 years 3 months ago
StoryBattledene (IP) animan411 years 3 months ago
Storyat the returns counter animan011 years 3 months ago
StoryAt Munich airport - January animan211 years 3 months ago
Storyars est potentiam animan011 years 3 months ago
StoryAre you happy with your ecological experience? animan211 years 3 months ago
StoryArcs of dawn animan211 years 3 months ago
StoryAppreciation animan411 years 3 months ago
Storyapart from 8 animan211 years 3 months ago
StoryAn occasional poem for Christmas animan011 years 3 months ago
StoryAn extreme moment ... animan1111 years 3 months ago
StoryAmbling man animan011 years 3 months ago
StoryaLetterToLove (IP) animan411 years 3 months ago
StoryAbstract with love V 2.2 animan011 years 3 months ago
StoryA thing of beauty ... animan211 years 3 months ago
StoryA modest question animan111 years 3 months ago

My stories

Language is judgement, Nac said

*/ It was wrong what he did. I may have agreed once – but – now - now, I have no balance sheet to survey with eyes of inward glory, no immoral moral...

Again and still

*/ The slight alley-walking steps of dripping drops in the cloud-sealed moon-gloom through the pensite trees in the slow, steady, stilled waiting for...
Gold cherry

Fare...well

... "It's a bit like trying to get out of a swimming pool," he said, his back against the wall, bricked edge eating into his small-ness, palms...

Creation - 5

Glue became hardness or softness, felt the will to break and chance to bond; Before divided from After, burn from quench. And things became ever more...
Cherry

9 - 12

9 I am the last symphony – to go beyond me is to vent without inspiration – or so I feel, feel now. I also remember the shape of nothing but I grow...

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