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Horizon – Stuart France #writephoto…

* Another milestone of time. There is no youthful compassion to commiserate with me. There is no “Surprise!” party. Just a cold, cold dawn… Continue reading here

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Golden

There is a place on dawn’s horizon Where the heart breathes in the gold of morning Drinking sunlight in the dew. An unknown land, A journey of becoming, Beyond the world, beyond eternity, Where time rules nothing And a hundred … Continue reading

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Spring – Stuart France #writephoto…

* …They do have something of the ‘other-world’ about them these places. ‘No un-authorised person beyond this point,’ said the sign. ‘But we are more authorised than anyone ever could be,’ said Wen. It is difficult to disagree but then … Continue reading

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The Other-Side of Space… Stuart France

* So Cor and Fran retreated to the start of the green sward and replayed as accurately as they could remember the events that had led to Min’s mysterious disappearance. Fran ran on ahead and when she got to the … Continue reading

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A Far-Flown Arrow… Stuart France

* “Where did she go?” “I dunno.” Poor  Fran and Cor, in this day and age people are not supposed to disappear, or at least, not like that. They still do though. Despite their understandable confusion. Over a thousand people … Continue reading

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Game of Stones… Stuart France

* “This must be it,” shouted Min getting excited again. If she had been a child she would have been jumping up and down on the spot. “The green sward, you mean?” replied Cor who was just as excited but … Continue reading

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The 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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