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StoryDear God Steve213 years 6 months ago
StoryBoy with a Bird Tattoo Silver Spun Sand913 years 6 months ago
Story Came the Sandman Silver Spun Sand1513 years 6 months ago
StoryFiercer Than Dragons (IP : co-operation) well-wisher713 years 6 months ago
StoryOut in the sticks Luly Whisper313 years 6 months ago
Forum topic27.07.12 Story, Poem and Inspiration point of the Week tcook413 years 6 months ago
StoryTangled in my web hoalarg1213 years 6 months ago
StoryPie in the Sky Silver Spun Sand913 years 6 months ago
Forum topicHow Do I - multiple categories MrSquirrel413 years 6 months ago
StoryA Tribute to Terry! Denzella1713 years 6 months ago
StoryDancing With Nature well-wisher713 years 6 months ago
Forum topic20.07.12 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook1413 years 6 months ago
StoryBoatswain and the Sea grandaddy213 years 6 months ago
StoryWhat is a church? Rhiannonw313 years 6 months ago
StoryMan with the Sapphire Eyes Silver Spun Sand1813 years 6 months ago
StoryCravings (IP) alex_tomlin513 years 6 months ago
Forum topicJust an idea Sooz006613 years 6 months ago
StoryNot trying to bug you. shades413 years 6 months ago
StoryThe starlings over Abbey Park stevepoet413 years 6 months ago
Story"Don't Forget the Mushy Peas!" Rigel2213 years 6 months ago
StoryIn limbo. ScoZen913 years 6 months ago
StoryMotherhood misskelizabeth513 years 6 months ago
StoryJust How High the Moon Silver Spun Sand2613 years 6 months ago
StoryMr Wilson Can You Ring The Bell? jolono1513 years 7 months ago
StoryTwo Kids And A Mortgage To Feed bonzo913 years 7 months ago

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Cherry

November Arboretum

… murky and dark, a splash of blood-red, a pattern of peach … … yellow stars outspread on a background screen of conifers’ drab

Heavenly Praise

[Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays :] The Lamb who once was slain, the Lion is alive. He triumphed and will reign; he’s worthy to receive – all glory, praise that we can bring …

Spreading their Wings!

Running up with glee, need a little push, scared to start, fly free – slide with whoosh and rush! Swing, away you go – ‘see you soon’ ‘goodbye’, 'now...
Cherry

On the Mynd

Bright, crisp, gingery bracken, bilberry clumps, and heather, spread of fields below, folds of hills beyond, fringe; net of sunlight beams fan out...

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