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My stories

7 Sins

Ashen, limp-and-sour stiletto Young blade, get out on the moors, walk and sup lemon tea.

Donneray

We do not know whether the Sun will rise

Concupiscence

Concupiscence is the spontaneous movement of our sensual appetite toward what we imagine as pleasant and away from what we imagine as painful.

Providence

Morose Black sleet and sheet of cloud Descend upon the mountain's shoulder Awakening memories in the village below Of the children they've lost on the hill A world of work defines this land

The Ghost of Wanleighgripp

They say, way down, at the edge of town Stalks the ghost of Wanleighgripp And what a sight she is at night As she haunts old Wanleigh tip Now the story goes that once, 'pon Ho

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