Scents and sounds, images, they zipped through the ethereal, hazy landscape of her mental touch. Behind them, the late king’s pyre roared all the brighter.
a 100-word story every day
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Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
...the inane ramblings of an Aussie Pagan Aspie Housewife
Unclogging my mind...
or The Search for a Polite Specific Gender-Neutral Third-Person Singular Pronoun
Illustrated Short Stories
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
By Miri Elm
A Dedicant's path
Welcome to my world.
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