

The Stablehand's StoryI remember it was wet when she arrived. We had spent the entire week on our toes, cleaning, organising, arranging making sure everything would be perfect for her. Through it all, dark clouds churned in the sky threatening one last bout of winters fury before petering out and thawing into a hesitant spring. The storm broke just after her arrival, a fine, light drizzle becoming a dark sheet of rain the moment the main door closed behind her tiny form. Stefan had grabbed my arm, pulling me into the relative dryness of the stables we worked in with a look of disappointment on his face, rightly guessing that the celebratory festivalsThe Stablehand's Story
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Modern Art - RevisedThe light is glitter, streaked in a crumpled tissue paper sky, washed out by spilt water. I lie on the acrylic grass and watch the brush strokes of birdsModern Art - Revised
through the scribbled leaves. I slip through reality’s maze, a chaos carving.
You should be painted on canvas, hung in Paris, burgundy and blue,
wrapped in hushed voices, revered like the dead. You’d sell for millions.
Watch the watercolour wash
of sunset, an oil pastel horizon.
I won’t pretend an opal is the frozen moon.
I’ll make you a work of art. You f
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If she has to tell the story,
She tells it slowly
- ~AnUrbanNomad, "And They Didn't Sleep..."
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If she has to tell the story,
She tells it slowly
- ~AnUrbanNomad, "And They Didn't Sleep..."
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If she has to tell the story,
She tells it slowly
- ~AnUrbanNomad, "And They Didn't Sleep..."
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Super Awesome Contest!
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"Let's eat, Grandpa!"
"Let's eat Grandpa!"
Be literate. Save lives.
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~Sages-of-Hyrule ~kodomo-no-tsuki ~Visual-Kei-Club
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