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StoryIT'S TOO LATE NOW Linda Wigzell Cress711 years 10 months ago
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My stories

Through turmoil …

[Continuing the idea of a hymn for Sundays] Our God is our refuge, our shelter and strength, he’s with us wherever we are; he does not demand we...
Cherry

The Mimic Octopus*

This octopus can mimic as its body morphs like plastic: it can flatten out, and trail its arms, and swim like a banded sole; it can make itself look...

Real Riches

[Continuing the idea of a hymn for Sundays] … So wealth will leave you poor, if that is all you own, for greater is the treasure found when wisdom’s grace is known.

Springwatch!

… wave your wings to say, ‘Goodbye’ …

Proffered Promise

[Continuing the idea of a hymn for Sundays] Real hope needs to be accepted, and it has a reality even better than here.

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