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StoryPoliticians do you listen? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe purpose of mankind? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryTake in the forms of nature Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe hour glass Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe secret's in the packing Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryRupert Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe New Year Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryPast lives Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryIs your muse heading home? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryIs there colour in the darkness? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryGremlins Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryIt's the handle on your door Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryI have a little secret Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryIs there a point? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryFrustration Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryFloating cars across the Midlands Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryDeep rivers of discomfort Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryFools and love Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryEternity Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryFine line Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
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StoryAffinity Andrew G Bailey316 years 10 months ago
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My stories

Love's the buoyancy of the boat

Love’s the buoyancy of the boat. It is what keeps spirits afloat. It is the glow within the flame. It enables man up to trust again.

The voice of soul

What spark within you made you face. All your weakness and disgrace? What drove you past the boulders wide? What made you overcome your pride?

Transition – farewell

We’ve left a lot behind us, taken stock and set our sails. I feel as if in some way we are saying our farewells.

Atlantis remembered

These people drowned within a flood That took their civilisation’s blood. A prophecy that’s very plain. The same thing’s happening here again.

Transition 14

I am in a sphere of colour, undulating with great peace. Iridescent, transparent shimmers, which reveal another piece.

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