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The land appears and evaporates
like short term memory …

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Finale 2010

A woman in dungarees carries steaming mugs of tea across a muddy lane to milking sheds. Egrets graze a sodden field behind shaved hedges. In town the streets are paved with gaudy yellow as autumn’s curtain falls. Trees make room

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Druid Haven 2003

Swathes of slate arch from gathering waters craggy Welsh grandmother guardians knap-headed with gorse heavy-bosomed, tender-hearted stare out to sea.   And there’s the walking-windswept sea the joyous-swimming sea the crashing cliff-top, rocks-below sea and the floating mysterious other-world sea.

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