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Exit in Trance… Suart France

* …Face of moving water Breathing in water The water a breathing face… * Today I will speak to you For, today, we hold a race A sprint to the death Whose spirit yields to the swiftest The fleetest of … Continue reading

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White-Skunk seeks medicine IX… Stuart France

* … After leaving Skunk, Young-Wolf had overtaken his brothers and told them that, “Skunk was carrying a poor Rice-Bird in his back-pack.” They all came back down the valley looking for Skunk. They heard his stick-game song and crept … Continue reading

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White-Skunk seeks medicine VIII… Stuart France

* … Once Rice-Bird’s whistle could no longer be heard, Skunk soon forgot his fear. He came to a shady place. “Ah, this would be a good place to play the stick-game,” thought Skunk. He gathered some chunks of rotten … Continue reading

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Opening Scene: Ichabod Brooks & the Starwind Egg by Charles E. Yallowitz

Ichabod Brooks Reblogged from Legends of Windemere: (As stated, I’m going to publish the first part of each of the new Ichabod stories.  Hope everyone enjoys the teasers.  I only have the one Ichabod picture to work with too until … Continue reading

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White-Skunk seeks medicine VI… Stuart France

* … “There is nothing I fear!” sang Skunk going his way, “there is just nothing I fear! Should a boulder roll at me as I pass I would squirt it with musk and blast it into a thousand pieces, … Continue reading

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White-Skunk seeks medicine V… Stuart France

* … As Wolf approached, Skunk called out, “Oh brother, you are on your way but do not come up to me, pass around at a safe distance, I have come from the camp of the Clever Fellows and their … Continue reading

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Mystery

Footprints in smoke trace an echo of longing, Ghosts on a Temple floor paved black and white Waltzing in silence through deep drifting Roses; Memories dance in the Garden tonight. The Tower looks on with its ever-blind windows Whispering fantasies … Continue reading

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