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A Story by Tom
How do memories bring us to the present? An older lady discovers in the rich beauty of La Fiesta Major in a small Spanish village.
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A Story by Tom
The Accident is only hours from now. Soon, in a rush of violence my life will cleave from one route, shunted into another. I am, as one would imagine..
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A Chapter by Tom
We meet Darstan a b*****d living in Toromont and his friend Paulus the Lord of Horns son and heir a couple of days before the yearly branding ceremony..
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A Poem by Tom
Took this photo and then wrote this when I got back from walking the dog.
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A Story by Tom
Prologue
He was born on a Tuesday by
emergency caesarian and by all accounts was lucky to have survived. Later when he struggled with his purpose ..
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A Poem by Tom
This is about the realization of the cynical voice that fills us in age and the struggle to grasp on to the memories of a carefree youth.
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A Poem by Tom
Bludgeoned darkness of this soul,Face impartial I remain, to show,No feelings for a woman lost in mind,That break this staple wood,My strength,Sapped ..
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A Poem by Tom
The richest eyes, that I did see,Were not of gold in light of day,But burnt of embers in breath of night,Plucked from heavens autumn leaves,I drown fr..
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A Poem by Tom
Seconds move as hours,Hours as days,Continuous beeps pierce the re-circulated air,A background drone of autopilot lives.Eyes stare vacant.Monotony sta..
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