• Native ~ Naturally

    ‘I need you.’ I whispered, ‘I need your purity, I need your love. I don’t want this talking, this white man ways, this façade. We were living before, we were happy before.’

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  • HIGH & DRY - Day Seven

    She took a breath and hated Chris as his words flooded back into her mind “I predict you’ll end up choosing me in the end” She said ‘Chris.’

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  • HIGH & DRY - Day Six

    Looking back at them standing on the bank still in their gear she had a dreadful feeling of foreboding wash through her. Luke smiling and raising his hand in a small wave did nothing to dispel it.

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  • HIGH & DRY - Day Five

    What had shaken her though was this last kiss of his had been exceptional. She knew she was in danger but that had only made the kiss all the more heightened.

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  • HIGH & DRY - Day Four

    Was she being taken for one huge ride? Would she be left high and dry? He lowered his mouth and she let him kiss her. And there it was finally, the truth.

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  • HIGH AND DRY - Day Three

    There was no way Chris would ever be her choice and as soon as she could eliminate him he was gone.

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  • HIGH AND DRY - Day Two

    Visions of him falling to his death on that spur blinded her to anything. She walked straight back to him and he strode out into the moonlight to meet her, gathering her into his arms and kissing her.…

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  • HIGH AND DRY - Day One

    She finally slept with their names buzzing about her head. One thing was certain; Chris would have to go. He was dangerous and she didn’t trust him.

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  • Truth is the meat

    Truth,do you get the riddle?

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  • Always With You

    l knew you were a keeper,
    l knew it from the start,
    l tried to stop myself from jumping in,
    But you already had my heart.

    There you were just standing
    and took to me right off,
    We seemed to sp…

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  • Connecting Spirits

    Far beyond the mountains in the whirling dust storms where the sun reaches out, you wait for me, you don’t know why.

    I manage to see you wether the sun scorches or the thunderstorm arrives with …

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  • A yarn for you: “Karimba’s Ride”

    I remember the trees flashing by as the wind whistled in my ears and I daren’t breathe in case it all vanished! That one run of freedom that few minutes of exhilaration will live in my heart forever…

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  • In the hay.....

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  • Burlesque....

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