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Forum topicCreating a website - any ideas? alex_tomlin513 years 3 months ago
StoryTramp animan513 years 3 months ago
StoryWas it? animan413 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 10 animan313 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 9 animan213 years 3 months ago
StoryQuite span213 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 6 animan713 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 8 animan213 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 4 animan213 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 2 animan213 years 4 months ago
StoryTill I looked at you animan513 years 4 months ago
StoryABC for Zoologists Silver Spun Sand2313 years 4 months ago
StoryInner chalice animan213 years 4 months ago
Storythe skysprinters animan213 years 4 months ago
StoryImaginary Heartbeats maggyvaneijk1513 years 4 months ago
StoryNola Darling maggyvaneijk2913 years 4 months ago
Storythe weaver of myths animan613 years 4 months ago
StoryShe'll break your heart mcmanaman413 years 4 months ago
StoryTemptation L G Meadows3013 years 4 months ago
Forum topicRE: They alphadog11313 years 4 months ago
StoryOutside my comfort zone animan213 years 5 months ago
StoryWish bone for change Beeme713 years 5 months ago
StoryThe gallery of mirrors animan213 years 5 months ago
StoryBroken string Indigowriter513 years 5 months ago
StoryA New Eden skinner_jennifer1213 years 5 months ago

My stories

She

In this shadedness from burning afternoon, I lie beside you close against the dusk beating with its rhythm feeling with abstract along the silk but took the sap of warning my other you,

aLetterToLove (IP)

… She was caught by something, out there by the river's sea, the sea's river, some pinnacle, some glint across a window, a pane, that gave her space, space to pause her walking,

The mechanics

No clear idea – no clear sense of what to say – just prowing out with fingers into the waters of the self Just going random

the times of ages

*early life* In life’s morning, when the dawn has passed and the world is becoming lit, pure sense hits; and in that brief and feeling moment, we lift our feet and

I see you

I never thought you'd do it. I never saw it coming. I never thought you'd place that in my face, that soft caress, that silence of slowing. There's nothing I can say, need say.

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