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Template of Time…

* First thing on waking We reach for the ‘alarm’ To check the time And cannot recall The last time that did not happen. * Continue reading at France & Vincent

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Harvest of Wyrms…

* ‘The Witch’, they called her but she minded not, tending to her herbs and the animals and birds which nature’s highest intelligence brought to the garden of her single-roomed house knowing her abilities to hold and to heal… It … Continue reading

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Glimpsing…

* 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 France & Vincent

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Wish you were here… Stuart France

* In Olden Times, Holidays were originally just that… Holy Days. The whole community would lay aside their work day duties and together engage in deeply or intrinsically symbolic activities which related to the situation that they all found themselves … Continue reading

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The Big Picture (1) : life and the image ~ Steve Tanham

We don’t live ‘in the world’… an outrageous thing to say, and yet it’s true. Well, if we don’t live in the world, where do we live? We don’t live in the world; we live in a picture of the … Continue reading

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Another Green World?…

* The infant souls crouched in the tunnel. Water trickled and dripped… echoing… Raven’s claws scratched and scuttled, drowning the echoes; he paused and tilted his head: his moon-eyes flashed. Continue reading at France & Vincent

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Eurynome…

* I sing to the moon. I pray to the moon.  I cry with the moon,   and she tells me the ‘why ?’   of beauty and the beast… * Continue reading at France & Vincent

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‘Cadged’?…

* Did Turpin’s Troupe Drop him Deep in the Soup? * That Devil’s cast of scallywags and wild haired, grinning hags… who still adorn the plastered walls in Glory’s glossy prima-face. There now to tease and please the local populace. … Continue reading

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Armoury Show…

* The prosperous town of Armore was built next to a forest. Late one night Old-Man-Log came out of the forest and sat down in the middle of the town’s market square. He opened up the palm of his right … Continue reading

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Black and White…

* …Mother said, “The spiral patterns on the gate don’t mean anything, dear, they’re just decoration.” If life is a search for meaning then it would be as well to point out from the start that there is none to … Continue reading

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