
This is a tale spelled out in broken twigs, apple peels and the first golden leaves of Autumn… Continue reading

This is a tale spelled out in broken twigs, apple peels and the first golden leaves of Autumn… Continue reading
This is a tale plaited in strands of silk and gold. It hangs from an open window, twisting in a cold wind… Continue reading
This is a story spelled out by curled and fallen leaves, the roots of trees and toadstool spores… Continue reading
This is a story singed on the beams of an old library by the flames of scholars’ candles… Continue reading

This is a a story written in the pits left by sky-fallen iron, scattered on a lonely hillside … Continue reading
This is a story recorded by a storm in the lines of wind-dried salt left on an oilskin coat…

This is a story spelled out in petals, surrounded by moss and pressed into damp clay… Continue reading

This is a tale told on frescoed plasterwork, once hidden by whitewash and restored with care… Continue reading
This story was found enmeshed in shadowy corners and along forgotten window ledges… Continue reading

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This is a story written by the finest goose quills, stripped of their barbs…
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