Rhiannonw

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Story'Let's Start Again' Rhiannonw710 years 7 months ago
StoryTradesman - revised Deliberately Ev...810 years 7 months ago
StoryCamping, Moi? luigi_pagano610 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Gloom - A Ramble - Poetry Monthly hudsonmoon1910 years 7 months ago
StoryThere’s always one child … (IP) Rhiannonw1010 years 7 months ago
StoryLiving between the two appearings Rhiannonw210 years 7 months ago
StoryFlypast Silver Spun Sand1010 years 7 months ago
StoryChess Silver Spun Sand910 years 7 months ago
StoryPirate bite Deliberately Ev...410 years 7 months ago
StoryA Lonely Place Bee2210 years 7 months ago
StoryValued Escapes (IP) Rhiannonw1710 years 7 months ago
Story'It's time to complete your tax return...' (IP) Rhiannonw610 years 7 months ago
StoryI Wrote a Little Sunshine Song - Video hudsonmoon2110 years 7 months ago
StoryTwo weddings in Marple - 9 Details to be decided jeand210 years 7 months ago
StoryOut to lunch big stu110 years 7 months ago
StoryOpacity of Glass Silver Spun Sand1010 years 7 months ago
StoryTwo weddings in Marple - 8 Plans Progress jeand210 years 7 months ago
StoryIn the Cold, Spring Sunlight... Silver Spun Sand1010 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Poetry of Porcelain Silver Spun Sand3710 years 7 months ago
StoryNut House EB510 years 7 months ago
Story"Priorities" Interrupt, Interfere … (IP) Rhiannonw1510 years 7 months ago
StoryTwo weddings in Marple - 7 Mary's dress jeand610 years 7 months ago
StoryNot Quite Yet EB910 years 7 months ago
StoryNo Crash-Landings! Rhiannonw1010 years 7 months ago
StoryTo Pluto – and Back! (Poetry Monthly) Rhiannonw1510 years 7 months ago

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Who has believed our report … (Isaiah 53:1)

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] How unbelievably foretold 700 years before – born quietly to humble home to bear such suffering sore. And...

Spring Yellows

Even when the day is dark primroses clump on the bank, softly smile, and deep in the wood by the muddy stream marsh marigolds glow a deep butter...

No Mamihlapinatapai

… We cannot catch, and lock a look of empathy …

Alive now!

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Jesus died upon a cross so he could be friends with us, and forgive unrighteousness, help us live like him...
Gold cherry

Trumpeting

Bare bones stand lifeless, gaunt and sere – the wood is dark and drear. … a yellow blast is trumpeting from sparkling gold that spring is back –

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