Category: SSS
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4 December: Sunday’s Six Sentence
The Witches of Arundel Side by side bones of two women,blurred and buffed by earth’s shiftand rewritten by centuries of ink –their plainness hardly drew an eye. Memory of that day at Tumulus Copseis lost, a faint scrap hint of a footpathpasses a flat grey stone, the treesalways bone-riddled with bird song. Pentagrams regularly knottedto…
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19 November: She Without Name
She Without Name You know that time between dreaming and waking, when you roll over and your dyne starts for floor, but there’s still enough covering your legs to keep yourself on the side of being covered … Well, that’s when she arrived. She’s white as northern new snow that sparkles like laughing stars, and…
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