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StoryAli Farka Touré and crochet on a Sunday Bee109 years 8 months ago
StoryThe trip - part 5 jeand139 years 8 months ago
StoryOctober Rhiannonw229 years 8 months ago
StoryChristmas Present hilary west119 years 8 months ago
StoryChristmas Past hilary west59 years 8 months ago
StoryA Tactical Retreat luigi_pagano49 years 8 months ago
StoryListen up big stu19 years 8 months ago
StoryThe ones I love valiswaverider19 years 8 months ago
StoryThe trip - part 4 jeand159 years 8 months ago
StoryTHE AWFUL TRUTH moonphish69 years 8 months ago
StoryWhere the Seabirds Fly Silver Spun Sand129 years 8 months ago
StoryFLESH OR MIND moonphish49 years 8 months ago
StoryPure Heart (Calon Lân) Rhiannonw69 years 8 months ago
StoryLost! (Poetry Monthly??) Rhiannonw119 years 8 months ago
Storymummy I miss you Deliberately Ev...99 years 8 months ago
StorySnowdrop iris69 years 8 months ago
StoryDaddy's Girl rayjones39 years 8 months ago
Story‘Rhiannon’ (IP) Rhiannonw49 years 8 months ago
StoryPeople Smugglers Rhiannonw209 years 8 months ago
StoryYou're Not Welcome Here jolono189 years 8 months ago
StoryA Shuffling Up. london_calling7949 years 8 months ago
StoryScarecrow Poem response to comment ... Shannan49 years 8 months ago
StoryBurning Question big stu19 years 9 months ago
StoryVery Worrying ( VW ) big stu29 years 9 months ago
StoryIt's Only Me, Mrs. Jenkins Silver Spun Sand69 years 9 months ago

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Dandy Lions

Dandy lions in a crowd, golden laughter lines the road; yellow pom-poms dot the lawn … ‘See this garden, Mummy, can’t we these lovely flowers plant?'
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A sense of infinity

Implanted in our heart an awareness of infinity, of unseen things, eternity we cannot contemplate completely or conceive, but the skill that us...

His face shone, transfigured … Why?

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] His face shone like the sun, his clothes as white as light - his deity and glory shown: an awesome, dazzling...

Effort & View

Black Mountain Ridge sweeps down to quiet Olchon valley – dead end, springing to life! ‘Our path’s up there.’ “Oh! maybe we’ll have lunch half way up...
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AS* eye-contact progress

[age about 5 ]: I cannot catch his glance, his eye – I wonder why? … and the day the day-old father met his daughter‘s gaze in a hand-held head.
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