Roots were trodden into drying earth and birds forgot their song. We measured how far the deathbed went, speaking to ourselves beyond the vanished lines we'd adopted when the sun lost her bold fire. Then a guitar appeared.

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Your love is abundant, subconsciously soft and willing yet outwardly bold at times. Thank you for accepting my smiles as adequate gratitude; and deepest sorries for being unable to paint more memories.

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✨JW ACTIVITIES!✨

We're sharing pages from the mag for your little one while they're at home!💕

Save & print and help them complete the spring wordsearch!🌼 Pick up the mag for more fun and creativity like this: https://t.co/ypudFJ21ZX 😍

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A heavyweight purpose lifted from his lips, feathers quivering to sun-lined clouds. He can't hear their belittling anymore. They can't account for his choice without angering the devils as the earth cracks.

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I allowed your ghost to be the only audience of my ashes falling to wet earth amid faraway trees, soon after buried shallow under radio silent hills. Why are we only released in echoed unrest? We deserve more than caves.

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We eyed askance the cobblestone path to a cavern beyond sunset trees, agreeing to never set foot on its impulsively combustible dirt. They say gnomes are carried to its depths where their spirits may exact revenge.

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- Hello
- Spicy
- Together
- Charm
[humor] - see


[show don’t tell] - Nostalgia
- One
- Art
- Telegraph

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We went out for dinner at in Cornwall at the wkend. Sea views 🎨😅 colouring in & wordsearches for the kids, beer garden, music & great food 🤣 This wkend we’re headed to London’s finest Outty Inn, the kids have asked for views of Big Ben! 😆#sbswinnershour

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Six paper cranes still hang in his bedroom, curtains parted to let light in. The row of houses on his side of the street haven't lost their apathy, feeling that it's incumbent on them to leave their porch lamps on.

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We ‘visited’ Cornwall at the wkend! We ate at the - the menu was great, kids colouring in & wordsearches, a sea view 💙🙌🏼 & a beer garden. This weekend we’re ‘visiting’ London’s Outty Inn, with views of Big Ben & the London Eye 👌🏼🤣

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10 Creative At Home Activities for Families. Great ideas and thank you for including us as Number 5. Yipee!

https://t.co/VdFWTsES4B

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Teary eyed and rose red, he managed a smile bordering am-I-going-to-die face. "It feels like a food baby demon kicking my insides," he said, looking over my shoulder at Clara. "What's her agenda? Killing us?"

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has some wonderful free resources that are dyslexia friendly, and lots of reading suggestions to encourage young reluctant readers to pick up a book!
Take a look at their range of colouring sheets, wordsearches, and puzzles at https://t.co/hLixMmjQcd

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Sweet decay stirred in the air, greeting my choking breaths w/ potency. As I blinked away eye crust, my blurred vision came to clear view of my cat atop some creature on my chest. "Great," I muttered. "Demon instead of mouse."

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Whether it's or not, there's always time for some mermaid activities.

Create a timetable, colour in Marnie, and SEA if you can solve our fishy wordsearch.

All free to download: https://t.co/EMq9bbhwGh

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My father's delicious enhanced beans may merit protein levels that rival meat, but the gas that follows consumption feels very much like the fire of spicy foods. Anyone in the way would be lucky to survive the noxious outblowing.

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Our vim kept us awake until the late morning. We'd nearly given up after her mom's third attempt with bedtime stories but it was as though our blood bubbled into sentience when mean shadows dipped toward the beds.

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SPOILER ALERT

Here are the answers for yesterday's WordSearch! We hoped you enjoyed playing. Who wants another one for next weekend? 🙋‍♀️🖼️



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Though her eyes burned, Jessica couldn’t drift off. Her mind wouldn’t stop spinning with fragmented images. Antonio floating in his artificial uterus. Mel, the proud mother, smiling at him through the glass bubble that mimicked her womb.

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"The Mimics walked with quiet façade, studying the reactions of all in sight. Your Gran once offered one a stroopwafel—her gran's recipe—but ended any interaction there. Claimed she saw the devil vining in his eyes."

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