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…Head Stone… Stuart France

* Let my head stone be a book That I might lie  and turn page-after-page day-after-day for the rest-of-time… * Reblogged from Stuart France

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A Voice Called Can’t III… Stuart France

* … “The Matter of Britain!” “I know,” muses Wen, pensively, “People think it’s just Arthur and all that.” “But before Arthur was a king or a British War Hero, ‘he’ was a constellation.” “I know,” says Wen, again. “The … Continue reading

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What, no boots! … Stuart France

* ‘…all the great thinkers recognise the importance of rational thought and also the importance of getting beyond the rational and that’s where the myths and fairy stories come in… Plato spends the greater part of his master work ‘The … Continue reading

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Rather, a Neanderthal?… Stuart France

* If it were true that we had evolved and progressed and were still continuing to do so… Continue reading at Stuart France

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Odyssian Airs… Stuart France

* The spirit most resmbles a stomach. Its intent is always the assimilation of new experience, according to its digestive capacity. * The free spirit, that discarder of cloaks and masks, is endowed with brutal honesty. * Continue reading at … Continue reading

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The Fallen – James Pyles #writephoto

Jake saw Dani standing in a gorge between two cliffs holding Witherbrand in her hand. Her blade was covered with blood and she was surrounded by bodies. “Dani, what happened?” The seven-year-old looked around but couldn’t see his brother or … Continue reading

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WHAT’S UP DOC? Lines of communication IV…

* …’All colour had faded from the sky and although the big board by the gate creaked slightly in the night wind, there was no passer-by to read the sharp, hard letters that cut straight as black knives across its … Continue reading

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