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Wintertide

“ It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. The crisp winter air is full of it.” – John Burroughs The sound of the city, the … Continue reading

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Illuminate

Winter sun sets low these days painting the steel blue water in flames of gold. I see a young woman on my walk sitting at an old wooden desk on the damp sand, writing in a big book as if … Continue reading

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Winter’s Light

“ The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.” – James Gates Percival Fortified with a late cup of fragrant … Continue reading

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Storm Season

“ Find a part of yourself hidden in the twilight.” – Fennel Hudson, Traditional Angling -Fennel’s Journal – No. 6 With the change back to standard time barely upon us, I woke recently to a darkness in our room that … Continue reading

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Traveller with Limited Vision

She makes her way, unafraid a square white sign taped to her metal walker, trusting that those who head in her direction will honour safe passage. Amid the roar of the rough ocean a flock of geese fly overhead as she … Continue reading

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Turbulence

She walked with a train of midnight-hued crows in her wake, her ear to the wind and the silently growing things, alert to any aberration in her world… There is a sickness creeping over the land,            … Continue reading

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Discarded Wings

“ She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible. She walked with the Universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings.” – Ariana Dancu Against faded brick, the cardboard wings lay abandoned, no longer … Continue reading

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