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Tales from the edge of the morning sky
Paul Morris
505 episodes
6 months ago
Walking May Walking the flower garden, this opening of spring, listening to birdsong, the wind and trees that sing, for the sky is so blue a blessing this May, for June is approaching and summer will be here For ever and more. For Today. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemai...
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Walking May Walking the flower garden, this opening of spring, listening to birdsong, the wind and trees that sing, for the sky is so blue a blessing this May, for June is approaching and summer will be here For ever and more. For Today. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemai...
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Fleet ‘A Receding Tide.’
Tales from the edge of the morning sky
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Fleet ‘A Receding Tide.’
Here He somehow felt the woman sag aside him. Heard a sigh of incredulity and the dull low growl of the two dogs, as he himself turned and looked for himself in the direction of the storm. Then ‘It is done,’ Emily whispered, exhausted into his ear. Her voice as far away as the time he’d left behind.’The rest will come back upon the next tide- and then all will be counted upon the last of waves.’ She lowered her head still further and sobbed against his chest. Here There was a ship. With ba...
Tales from the edge of the morning sky
Walking May Walking the flower garden, this opening of spring, listening to birdsong, the wind and trees that sing, for the sky is so blue a blessing this May, for June is approaching and summer will be here For ever and more. For Today. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemai...