Rhiannonw

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StoryA glimpse of life in the fast-lane Rhiannonw1010 years 7 months ago
StoryPhantom Freakout jeand410 years 7 months ago
StoryAyr at the fair. Weefatfella510 years 7 months ago
StoryA Frenzy of Envy (IP) Rhiannonw910 years 7 months ago
StoryApril Showers : Part Three (Conclusion) hilary west410 years 7 months ago
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 8 months ago
StoryA Lonely Place Bee2210 years 8 months ago
StoryValued Escapes (IP) Rhiannonw1710 years 8 months ago
Story'It's time to complete your tax return...' (IP) Rhiannonw610 years 8 months ago
StoryI Wrote a Little Sunshine Song - Video hudsonmoon2110 years 8 months ago
StoryTwo weddings in Marple - 9 Details to be decided jeand210 years 8 months ago
StoryOut to lunch big stu110 years 8 months ago
StoryOpacity of Glass Silver Spun Sand1010 years 8 months ago
StoryTwo weddings in Marple - 8 Plans Progress jeand210 years 8 months ago
StoryIn the Cold, Spring Sunlight... Silver Spun Sand1010 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Poetry of Porcelain Silver Spun Sand3710 years 8 months ago
StoryNut House EB510 years 8 months ago

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My stories

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...
Cherry

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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Love … protects, trusts, hopes, perseveres

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] … And show that you really believe that it’s possible they could reach a bit better standard of loving …

What Dreams?

His megalomanic dreams of power … Her dreams of fame … He dreamed of usefulness … they softly trod
Cherry

Remoteness Day and Night

High above Rhossili beach* – dramatic, wide expanse of sand … far from the nearest city glow … the dazzle of the jewelled night.

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