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Just thoughts on a already warm early summer morning.
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A true and evolving story.
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A child's laughter fills the shattered classroom,but there are no children, only piles of dustand feral cats licking their lips, as stray dogswith loy..
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The old man, (eighty seven I had beentold by the vicar,) looked to be asleep,memories of past glories no doubt crowding his dreams. I smiled, then set..
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“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!”Lewis C..
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The tear stains are temporary,a passing dampness on plain paper,not yet inscribed with condolence;and my conservatory, ordinarily filled with sunshine..
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I attended a lecture on pests yesterdaywhere a very large numbers were present,including a termite who munched noisilyand made life most awfully unple..
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There is a difference now. Night used to be when cold sheets becamewarm and 'La petite mort,' was writ largein both heart and mind, when the illusion ..
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After school, all in the park, sharing secrets; swings and slides, the traffic barely breathes a sighwhere safe behind the canopy of trees,we took our..
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I saw you in the high street today.A fleeting glimpse, little more than a reflection in a shop window;a momentary flicker frameof recognition, followe..
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