2017
= 26 texts as of 16/September/2017
(6 pp) 2016 = 14
texts
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2017 # |
Text |
pp |
23. |
With nothing left but the power within |
Bk. 5 Page 01 |
24. |
In a surrealistic split second |
Bk. 5 Page 02 |
27. |
Concerned only by how many likes |
Bk. 5 Page 03 |
29. |
The internationally acclaimed |
Bk. 5 Page 04 |
36. |
Without chaos in my garden |
Page 05 |
42. |
The flower day massacre |
Bk. 5 Page 06 |
55. |
How soft the first snowflakes touch |
Page 07 |
62. |
Surprised how I began my conversation |
Page 08 |
68 |
Weeds in my garden were trying to explain |
Page 09 |
70. |
Like the weeds in my garden |
BACK TO TOP Page 010 |
77. |
I returned for the change |
Page 11 |
110. |
“you are too bloody loud” said the weeds to honeysuckle bees |
Page 26 |
112. |
Before the weeds in my garden |
Page 12 |
126. |
Not sure whether their current life as roses |
Bk. 5 Page 13 |
133. |
Shortly before it was too late |
Page 14 |
134. |
Quietly cut fancy thoughts pasted like pedals |
Page 15 |
151. |
In a dreamlike logic the weeds in my garden |
Page 16 |
155. |
Disappointed with their outcome |
Bk. 5 Page 17 |
157. |
The weeds in my garden believe slightly that |
Page 18 |
161. |
While sleeping in the garden I realised |
Page 19 |
164. |
Out here where the stars grow like weeds |
Page 20 |
174. |
Unable to love on cue the weeds in my garden |
Page 21 |
202. |
The weeds in my garden living an alternative reality |
Page 22 |
204. |
The weeds in my garden realised the value of time |
Page 23 |
206. |
In memory of the weeds in my garden |
Page 24 |
211. |
Starting as seeds too |
Page 25 |
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2016 # |
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85. |
I witnessed weeds bully my lawn |
Book 2 P. 171
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200. |
I watched plants |
Book 3. P. 59
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336. |
Weeds in my garden often dream of becoming |
Book 4. P. 20
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447. |
In fear of re-incarnation as a human |
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540. |
Frightened about life alone |
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789. |
Lost in my garden looking for life |
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792. |
Pretending to be flowers |
Book 4. P. 139
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944 |
After viewing my favourite conspiracy site |
Book 4. P. 37
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970. |
When the weeds in my garden |
Book 4. P. 132
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971. |
I watched snails racing across my garden |
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986. |
The weeds in my garden mistook me as a dog |
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998. |
Continued stopped continued |
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1007. |
Fed up with my greeting
the dawn |
Book 4. P. 152
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1050. |
Tip-toed through her garden |
Book 4. P. 155
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