This is a tale told in lines of waterweed and the shadows of reeds . . .

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This is a tale told in seafoam, curling whiskers and whispers of wind through heather . . . Continue reading →

This is a tale told in washed-up planks, glints from broken glass and the skrike of gulls . . . Continue reading →

This is a tale told  in circles of rain drops and gurgles from downspouts.  .  . Continue reading →

This is a tale told in floating swirls of curled seaweed . . . Continue reading →

This is a tale told by crumpled autumn leaves in a school playground . . .
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This is a tale told in the silver glimmer of fishscales, and the heavy gold of a chain . . .

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This is a tale told in lines scraped on stone by grazing sea-snails . . . Continue reading →