Esther

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StoryPoem Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryLife as it is Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryShe was a women who.... Esther111 years 6 months ago
StoryThe women who Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe women that left home for a year and a day Esther011 years 6 months ago
StorySoft, dark eyes stared back Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryKindle well your image Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryNobody knows Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryLove Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe truth is all memory is fiction Esther011 years 6 months ago
StorySo the Snapes story continued Esther211 years 6 months ago
StoryThe world of Charlie Snape Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryThis child with far to go Esther211 years 6 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther211 years 6 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther111 years 6 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther111 years 6 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther011 years 6 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this Esther011 years 6 months ago

My stories

Poem

By Esther on Mon, 17 Jun 2013

Dad; your still very special to me; In the wind and the sun and the rain as the years fold away into one you continue to be my someone. I was eight when I stole that jelly-baby
Love
Poem
Certificate 18

Tom

By Esther on Mon, 17 Jun 2013

There was no play-school for children as special as Tom in her days. No specialist she knew about who could help her, make suggestions, as to how her 24 hour situation could be handled. No D.L.A.
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Story
Certificate 18

Tom

By Esther on Mon, 17 Jun 2013

One of the doctors had said to her kindly, unknowingly touching her on part of her wrist where she’ accidentally scalded herself, that it might be a good idea if she considered her options.
Love
Story
Certificate 18

Tom

By Esther on Sun, 16 Jun 2013

She’d told Tom that in her days folk only had one dustbin. That in her day’s people didn’t have central heating and in her days the bin lid was used for drawing the fire up in the hearth.
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Story
Certificate 18

Poem

By Esther on Sat, 15 Jun 2013

People hope tomorrow will be better should the letter be sent or dropped in the bin with secrets kept close to the heart. People hope for the coming of summer of clothes of various hue's
Love
Poem
Certificate 18

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