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Psychology…

* Little Grub was dreaming… In her dream she was a butterfly, flitting and fluttering about happily… * * Continue reading at France & Vincent

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Into the All…

* One, is All… Two, is the realisation that One is All… Three, is the balance of it… Four, is the establishment of it… Five, is its central essence… Six takes sides against it… Continue reading at France & Vincent

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Cusp of the Moon: young lion…

* …It was not long before Aggafdu, Prince of Annwn, got to hear about the marvellous sun shoes of Sow Hill: “You must bring me a pair of blue and gold shoes from the master cobblers of Sow Hill,” he … Continue reading

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Cusp of the Moon: cobblers…

* …“You must make a name for yourself,” said Branwen, and she looked from one to the other of them. “Now, how are we to do that?” said Greidyawl-the-Wise, and he scratched his chin as he chewed, looked to the … Continue reading

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A novel look at Merlin

Jamie had gone to bed as soon as the others had left and Merlin had followed shortly afterwards. He was still considering the problem of the barguest as he undressed and threw his clothes in a heap on the chair. … Continue reading

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Sleeping Giant…

  …After watching the, again, somewhat recalcitrant sun-up, we decide to head back for breakfast via the cluster of, albeit haphazardly, positioned stones which we have come to call ‘the recumbents’. This is something of a risk, as we do … Continue reading

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Living knowledge

“Crepuscular!” He was getting desperate now, having exhausted his list of the most obscure words. His face fell as I gave him the definition. He tried another and scowled… “How do you do that?” “I read.” The words he dangled … Continue reading

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A contract with wonder

The glamorous sky seems an incongruous backdrop for mundane chimneypots and washing lines. Veiled by the pallid grey of low cloud or with a symphony of shades, the sun rises over the fields, painting the morning with impossible colour, every … Continue reading

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Hill-of-the-Buried-Sun…

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

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A change in the weather

There was something wrong… something missing from the world as I walked the few paces to the car. I couldn’t put my finger on it at all, but I was very clear on the essential fact. There was something … … Continue reading

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