Rhiannonw

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StoryThose Were the Days... Silver Spun Sand1814 years 10 months ago
StoryVanilla, a Choice of Season Richard L. Prov...414 years 10 months ago
StorySunday sorrow Mummy Penguin714 years 11 months ago
StoryEarly in the Year. Luly Whisper614 years 11 months ago
StoryNature's Songs L G Meadows614 years 12 months ago
StoryAttempts at Haiku. ScoZen1815 years 16 hours ago
StoryDisasters Rhiannonw215 years 1 month ago

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My stories

Journey

My life is like a railway – I travel on each day. The bit that’s gone before now for ever’s passed away …
Cherry

Blue Mood Mall

Swamping, dazzling, echoing chatter and footsteps batter, muzak thumping, people thrusting, bumping, alluring displays (plastic pays), austerity...

On the parable … (Luke 11:5–9)

If to a friend at midnight you went to ask for bread – ‘Another friend has come to stay, and I’ve no food,’ you said …

August

continuing the series on the months inspired by Eifion Wyn’s series in Welsh : … harvest gold … tired greenery … birdsong hushed … holidays

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