Mother's bright blue eyes,
I swam in their perfect love,
Wish I could again.
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Amanda Peattie
I live on the Northern Beaches of Sydney in Australia. I’m semi-retired and I’m loving being able to write stories that people other than family and friends might actually read and hopefully enjoy.
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The Runaway Train
The train steamed its way across the arid landscape in the pre-dawn darkness. Nocturnal desert creatures made their way back to cool lairs to seek safety and shelter and escape the relentless heat of the coming day. They stopped to watch it barrel along the metal tracks noisily belching smoke and steam.
By Amanda Peattie2 years ago in Fiction
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