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Bridge #writephoto… Stuart France

* From the light place To the dark place A span… of I am. * Of maybe’s and supposes Littered like the discarded debris Of an I was That the Shadow-Net failed to trawl. * Continue reading here

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Bent-Red-Sun-Day… Stuart France

*  … “Oh, that’s good!” “Even though I don’t have a clue to what you’re referring.” “Ah, well I expect that particular quotation may have more to do with spring than autumn anyway.” “Or it may simply have something to … Continue reading

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Keys to the House of Don III… Stuart France

* ‘…Such a situation invites the approach of treating the various versions  as at least theoretically, the garbled remnants of an episodic whole. While such a method can never lead us to the definitive story but merely and at every … Continue reading

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Keys to the House of Don II … Stuart France

* …’Wen is still worried about the insanity of it all… but fairy stories only appear insane to us now because we have become so separated from truth… As children we accepted their subconscious logic intuitively. It both satisfied our … Continue reading

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Keys to the House of Don… Stuart France

* …”I do have my reputation as an I.M.O.M to consider.” “An I.M.O.M?” “An International Man of Mystery. And there, if you only knew it, is the first key.” “Which is?” Don reaches ‘blind’ behind his head and extracts from … Continue reading

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Tryst by Stuart France #writephoto…

* He had not intended to come here. Without thinking his tired steps had led… to the shelter, half-portico, half-shed, and to brighter, lighter days… * Continue reading: Tryst #writephoto…

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The Moons of Mountain Ana VII… Stuart France

* Becky is beautiful but kind and cruel, in turns.  * Her eyes flash when I call her a vamp, and when I bad mouth her boyfriend.  “You make me laugh,” she says, “can I kill you?”  * She has … Continue reading

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The Moons of Mountain Ana V… Stuart France

* Regardless of content, our most intense moments have a habit of assuming ritual clarity. Together, the figures our characters cut are colourful, and bright, and amusing; the wheel-spinning white car which your mother read about in my story, or … Continue reading

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The Moons of Mountain Ana II… Stuart France

* When Gramps turned up wearing Nancy’s gold ring, Jenny thought it was a hoot. * Her hoot face is for the moment still. Continue reading here

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Kingfisher’s Way… Stuart France

* One time when there was no food at Coyote’s Lodge he went round to Kingfisher’s. “I’m really hungry,” said Coyote, “what is there to eat here?” Kingfisher did not like Coyote’s way with words but he sent his son … Continue reading

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