Lines

Black lines, nature’s brush strokes across the heaving, breathing skin of the earth.

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Tua Nua

Between the ocean and the rock a fire burns, fuelled by the bones of the land… All I need. Stone, sea, sun, wind, undeterminedness; these elements are anchors for your

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New Shoes

Someplace new, someplace wild, walking on the edge and facing east. Trying out these ‘new shoes’ for size, they’re fitting better than I thought… A dance at dark will put

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