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Isle of Emain… Stuart France

*  A far distant isle lies in leagues fifty-thrice over the ocean to the west larger than Erin, twice. * Many faceted Emain encircled by sea rising from tide into sky an ever wondrous beauty. * On the fair isle … Continue reading

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The Dream Tree… Stuart France

* The pillow resembles an open book Its leaves shall shadow my dreams As tree-leaf dapples sunlight. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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The Gate ~ Teresa Smeigh #writephoto

The old gate was an anomaly. The villagers swore that they heard sounds of village life behind the ancient gate, but no one had been able to open it for centuries. It was set in a wall of wildflowers, and … Continue reading

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Mister Fawst! Study… Stuart France

Mister Fawst: (Rises to stand, still clutching the weighty tome to his chest. He walks in front of his study desk reading out loud.) ‘I think, therefore, I am’… Hrmph, but if life is no greater a miracle than to … Continue reading

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Ride-a-White-Swan…

* One of Ireland’s, ‘Three Great Tales of Sorrow’ which all deal with the lives and tragic deaths of offspring, this one, the second in the series, is the most poignant perhaps as, ostensibly, the offspring are still children. Whilst … Continue reading

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Fate of the Lir-Brood: Kemoc…

* “…know ye not, that so many of us as were baptised into Jesus Christ were baptised into his death? Therefore are we buried with him by baptism into death: that like as Christ was raised up from the dead … Continue reading

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Dirty-Tree? … Stuart France

* I feel no sense of guilt at being here though regret at the potential loss of other-worlds is acute Continue reading at Stuart France

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A Casual Dinner ~ Eric Pone #writephoto

The man sat in the restaurant slowly…slowly stirring his tea watching her. The rain bouncing off the awning and onto the sidewalk below. Couples raced by fighting the spray, the early spring chill and each other to find cars parked … Continue reading

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Dereliction of Duty… Stuart France

* …It was a day of surprises. For the matter beneath his feet to commence shaking was a surprise because it had shown no prior predilection so to do and hence had come to be regarded as stable. Given the … Continue reading

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The Hobbler’s Hovel… Stuart France

* … “Strength of my sword-arm,” continued Fiachna, “destitute and decrepit though I now am, I have a treasure hidden away. I never dared dream I would live to pass it on to Cuill’s son.” “Fine will be the gift … Continue reading

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