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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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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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‘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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Sweet Terror…

* …I first noticed the spirals on the gate of number eight Teesgrove Road when I was turning the soil and tidying the litter from the strip of earth which separated its grounds from those of number ten Teesgrove Road. … Continue reading

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Flight…

* As the narrow-boat’s snout tickled the under-bridge, Black-Jack cut the engine and peered through the white gloom… A landing-official waved his stray arm in greeting, the lights beyond him intimated warmth and festivity. An Owl screeched! Black-Jack turned to … Continue reading

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Tom Banjo…

* Down the dark stairwell,  a silent progress plotted. ‘Twas death in that  house were Tom but spotted. …He reached the door, a tree clad Owl hooted. Three seconds more and Tom was Seven League Booted. One stride it took … Continue reading

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Ars Geometrica: Seal…

* ‘For God created man immortal, and made him in the image of his own eternity.’ – The ‘Twentieth’ Leaf The preceding image we had to own did not seem to us particularly god-like. We turned the leaf: The Twenty-First … Continue reading

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Designer Protection…

* Without the crack could black shell of Night ever give flight to break of Day…? * Reblogged from France & Vincent

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