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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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Little Acorns…

* … A paper flyer blowing in the wind clings to my ankle. I stoop and peel it from my trouser leg, unfurl it and read… ‘…LITTLE ACORNS…’ A Puppet-Play Figured in Three Acts FEATURING THE REDOUBTABLE MR PUNCH             … Continue reading

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Fire-fox

The wind was bitter… the first flakes of snow mingled with the rain as we crossed the ridge. It would be a long, cold night, in spite of the flame that burned on the western horizon as the sun sank … Continue reading

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The Celebration of Mister Fox: more and less… Stuart France

* …More, because our Foxes are one-third Man And also less, because our Foxes are one-third Man. Huh? Man’s individuality makes them more yet, By its very nature, That individuality has to be less than whole. * Continue reading at … Continue reading

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The Celebration of Mister Fox: bestial cluster… Stuart France

* Bear and Wolf, And Dog and Fox are all closely related. It is tempting to imagine a common ancestor; Bigger than Wolf but smaller than Bear. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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The Celebration of Mister Fox…

* I never knew Holmfirth in the days of mill workers and clogs. I really got to know her in the Post Industrial gloom, Of swish Cafe Bars, And cosy restaurants, All day drinking parties frequented by the nouveau riche… … Continue reading

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Why Myth? II ~ Stuart France

* ‘…So, what is the significant act?’ ‘All the acts in the story are significant.’ ‘What is the story about?’ ‘It is about a Dust-Devil.’ ‘For the human body there are really only five significant acts: the first is breathing. … Continue reading

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Mother Bear… Stuart France

Carreg Samson * With a total disregard for tradition we tackled our ‘just right bowl of porridge’ first . It is strange to say, perhaps, but this particular conglomeration of, once covered but now exposed, structured stone did not, initially, … Continue reading

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Green grow the rushes O’ III…

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Green grow the rushes O’ II…

* …If Tee’s study was the hub of intelligence, then Miss Hunnyfludd’s office, which comprised no more than a hastily compromised ante-chamber to its plush superior, was the heart… Thomas Welch was currently making himself at home in the heart … Continue reading

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