Tag: Change
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Cathedral Close
It is eight o’clock. From the great Gothic mass of the cathedral a tintinnabulation of bells proclaims the hour. Skies of grey: footsteps echo on the cobbles of the Close, and birch trees that line Cathedral Green’s flat acres of grass drip solemnly, the rain’s history whispered among their leaves. The shower has passed, they…
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The Witchery Within
It must be something in the sky! The mild clouds, perhaps, dove grey to break winter to us gently. Moving fast – they have so much to bring and so little time. Or some newly created homeland in the earth beneath, layered, filo tier upon filo tier of leaf, carpet and roof, food and bed…
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