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StoryWinter Garden adld512 years 2 months ago
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StoryThe Heat of the Desert (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1612 years 2 months ago
StoryStories My Father Told Me Silver Spun Sand1012 years 2 months ago
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StoryCome Hell or High Water... Silver Spun Sand912 years 2 months ago
StorySara Orange-Tip Silver Spun Sand512 years 2 months ago
StoryDecisions luigi_pagano612 years 2 months ago
StorySWAN SONG Linda Wigzell Cress612 years 2 months ago
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My stories

If you remain silent at this time … (b:example)

Exiled in a foreign land, now chosen by the king to be his queen, but even she dared not to enter in, into his court unless he call – rarely, he...

One small change … ? (a:general)

If he hadn’t said that word, or she hadn’t told of what she’d heard, there might have never been that revolution, there might have been an amiable...

The ‘Icecoming’

Tall-shaders shed … and floating feather-rain …

Beautiful!

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] No BANG! nor luck, could ever make a snail… Tune: Marching through Georgia

Bright November Late Afternoon

[The photo is of another day, and time of day, and weather, but the same place]

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