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The Way that cannot be named… Stuart France

Posted on July 28, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* The way in Is the way out… * * The way out Is the way in… * * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Ancestral Cluster… Stuart France

Posted on June 7, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* “Wonder what they talk about?” “Whatever we give them to talk about.” “Not going to be best pleased then?” “Possibly not.” * Reblogged from Stuart France

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Time before… Stuart France

Posted on January 17, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* Time before and time after… * * After the restless craving for earth, * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Hagiology… Stuart France

Posted on September 29, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* How big is the body? * * Big as a house… * * Big as a temple… ** Big as a mountain… * Continue reading at Stuart France

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In Hack-Pen Hedge… Stuart France

Posted on September 20, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Animism 1. Doctrine that the soul is the vital principle of organic development. 2. Attribution of conscious life or spirits to nature or natural phenomena. 3. Belief in the existence of spirits separable from bodies. “There’s a large stone in … Continue reading →

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Avenues… Stuart France

Posted on August 12, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* And from Needles of Stone, to Avenues, or at least, what remains of one… The ‘Mary Line’ runs right through the two stones… Continue reading at Stuart France

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Hackpen Hill… Stuart France

Posted on July 10, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* Even our ‘elusive barrow’ was bigger than we expected. We couldn’t help being reminded of the Fairy Mine. * * And we would have got a lot closer still but for the seven-foot-tall stinging nettles. Continue reading at Stuart … Continue reading →

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‘Aye’ of the day’s eye… Stuart France

Posted on July 9, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* Approaching Avebury in this way we got to side-step the crowds. * * Most of whom had been unceremoniously penned into the Red Lion. * * But it is not about meticulous planning. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Fringe Benefits… Stuart France

Posted on July 8, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* Another one of those ‘green-worm-holes’ presented itself. * * And we were hardly likely to refuse. * * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Hill-of-the-Buried-Sun… Stuart France

Posted on June 8, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* …It was, after all, rather disconcerting to be so accosted by a total stranger. “Does this count?” He demanded, ferociously, and pushed an admittedly intriguing photograph across the bar at me. “Does that count as what?” “One of them … Continue reading →