Time stood still
It came to a stop
In the realm of silence
You'd hear a pin drop
Time stood still
Like the future past
Lost in a dream
A spell was cast
Time stood still
We'd reached the end
Of the wilderness
Waiting to transcend.
Lyndon Queripel
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- Pub Games - Donald Keyman
- Bleak - Paul Fletcher
- United No More - Ian Duquemin
- Sign Language - Lyndon Queripel
- In The Bleak Mid-Winter - Christina Rossetti
- Christmas 1914 - Richard Fleming
- Christmas Morning - John Buchanan
- Back Then – Trudie Shannon
- Four Minutes – Diane Scantlebury
- Christmas Notes – Trudie Shannon
- Really do! - Tony Robert
- Fermain Flight - Richard Fleming
- Time Stood Still - Lyndon Queripel
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- Christmas (Present) - Ian Duquemin
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- Stone Fish Swimming ~ A Photograph - Trudie Shannon
- Lightstorm - Stephen A. Roberts
- Meeting a Famous Person – Elizabeth Fisher
- Sunset at Cobo - Richard Fleming
- Surrender - Lyndon Queripel
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- Ebola Orphan - Diane Scantlebury
- Paused - Janinka Diverio
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