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…Buffalo… Stuart France

* …Buffalo trampled the grass and tore up the earth with his front hoofs but when he looked for Field-Mouse he was nowhere to be found. ‘That’s put an end to him,’ thought Buffalo. Just then he felt a scratching … Continue reading

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Broken Fortress… Stuart France

* PC 963 Kraas turned and walked head-long into the sea breeze. Her hair flicked in the wind like rampant flames. “You know, I can’t help feeling we’ve missed a trick with this one.” “It’s mentioned in the book,” replied … Continue reading

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Inner Sanctum … Stuart France

* Further vindication of our unscheduled return was granted upon re-entering the chamber. The free standing stone and the facing stone, which were separated by space and shadow, were both now holding the light. The light that some say would … Continue reading

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The Hill in a Dark Grove, reprieve… Stuart France

* We had known for some time, courtesy of Rupert Soskin, that the resident stone of the inner chamber at Bryn Celli Ddu is part of a petrified tree trunk. * * And once we had our eye in it … Continue reading

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Art Club… Stuart France

* What’s with the Art Club? Seven ’til Ten. I’ll take you, if you like? * And so… we did. But he did not get it. None of it. * Certainly not, what was so good, ’bout going back to … Continue reading

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Son of Chaos… Stuart France

* There is a sound in my room. It should be a commentary for the visuals which play upon the walls just below the ceiling but it warbles like a wayward tape machine in my soft, pink, newly formed ears. … Continue reading

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Free Passage?… Stuart France

* ‘It’s easy,’ she had said, ‘you believe the other-world to be greater than this one…’ ‘Do I?’ ‘You believe those that have passed can still see you…’ ‘That’s true.’ ‘…but you can’t see them?’ ‘Not ordinarily, no.’ ‘So there … Continue reading

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The Sticking Point… Stuart France

* One can almost hear The sky groan As the Juggernaut Of our year Slowly grinds to A halt, shudders… Pauses, changes gear And reverses trajectory. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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The Gift… Stuart France

* It is possible to box almost anything. Thoughts… Ideas… Emotions… In this way a whole life may be compartmentalised into secure, bounded segments of much more manageable proportions. Bite sized pieces. Or even, ‘shots’. * Continue reading at Stuart … Continue reading

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Glimpsing… Stuart France

* From the corner of my eye… Through a keyhole… half seen unheard Beneath the door… Behind a crack in the curtains A shiver of tree leaf gurgling-silver over brook-stone. Continue reading at Stuart France

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