Rhiannonw

Type	Title	Author	Replies	Last updated
Story	I Am your Dad	Richard L. Prov...	4	13 years 1 month ago
Story	Sum	valiswaverider	4	13 years 2 months ago
Story	Daydreaming	skinner_jennifer	18	13 years 2 months ago
Story	The Lighthouse	Richard L. Prov...	2	13 years 3 months ago
Story	Jesus Loves You	mcscraic	1	13 years 3 months ago
Story	Those Were the Days...	Silver Spun Sand	18	13 years 3 months ago
Story	Vanilla, a Choice of Season	Richard L. Prov...	4	13 years 4 months ago
Story	Sunday sorrow	Mummy Penguin	7	13 years 4 months ago
Story	Early in the Year.	Luly Whisper	6	13 years 5 months ago
Story	Nature's Songs	L G Meadows	6	13 years 5 months ago
Story	Attempts at Haiku.	ScoZen	18	13 years 5 months ago
Story	Disasters	Rhiannonw	2	13 years 6 months ago

Watching Raindrops

By Rhiannonw on Wed, 17 Apr 2013

Plip! plop! watch the water drop … … sight and sounds that soothe … circles interlocking, mesmerising dreamy rocking, lulling lullaby.

Nature

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Late Spring

By Rhiannonw on Sat, 06 Apr 2013

Warmth is creeping, touching sheltered nooks where plants are sleeping – an opened primrose promises delicate bouquet to come, a celandine spreads narrow petals

Nature

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(IP) “I was dead, and behold I am alive for ever and ever! …

By Rhiannonw on Tue, 02 Apr 2013

Who’d put their hope in a dead man? in disappointment, fear they ran. – But now, he lives! they're full of joy, and boldly speak, though threatened by those who their bodies can destroy.

Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

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Because of Calvary

By Rhiannonw on Tue, 26 Mar 2013

The crimson flow … completed … for all who will receive … more white than snow my guilty stain has be removed, I know.

Spiritual

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To‘bottom’ing, at Caer* Caradoc (23:3:13)

By Rhiannonw on Tue, 26 Mar 2013

[*Ki.r] Plunging, crunching through the deep, crisp snow – what fun, but, oh, so slow! then up the hill we go (the sky a-mist with floating drift), but when we reach the steeper bit

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