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frankhubeny.blog
Just after the invisible voice closed the door to Room 215 of the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro and asked me why I was leaving so soon, the tall, thin man opened that door and told me to follow him to the roof where we would meet the red-headed writer, Aurelia, Ms Pie and maybe... |
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keithsramblings.net
. . "I had an odd encounter the other day, I bumped into that little nipper Craig", said Arthur, "he's the hermit from the sidewalk who hardly ever goes out, anyway, I invited him here for a beer and a bite and he agreed; well, he went to the bar, looked at the menu and... |
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valleyofthetrolls.blog
Just a little poem, six stanzas dystopian fare, dance cuz you must, not if you dare: Minute Minuet His hand trembled, a bead of sweat Rolled down his temple Traced his jaw line And yet He had to try....[please click for the rest] |
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brazannemuse.com
Taken on my iPhone at "Sun Hill" Yorkshire Dales Tapestryhoniedbuttercup daysroll into rich ochrepools of fragrant warm memoriessoak in'Sun Hill'awash with nature's melodiessunset hues gallop inon lifting breezefledged wings?Suzanne I have been away this past week, I haven't been writing but this almost wrote itself when the colours in my photo just seemed to me,... |
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