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StoryThe Day Before the Internet Angusfolklore63 years 3 months ago
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StoryMidwinter, Remember Angusfolklore123 years 4 months ago
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StorySt Agnes Head, 10.7.22 Angusfolklore23 years 6 months ago
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StoryBonnie Prince Charlie in London, 1750 Angusfolklore13 years 8 months ago
StoryKernow Song Angusfolklore23 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Hated Wasting Paper Angusfolklore43 years 9 months ago
StoryThree Women at the Estuary Angusfolklore53 years 9 months ago
StoryDescent from Kings - The Royal Clans Angusfolklore13 years 9 months ago
StorySt Rumon's Space (Redruth) Angusfolklore33 years 9 months ago
StoryA Remembered Summons Angusfolklore44 years 1 month ago
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StoryVisiting the Old House at Twilight Angusfolklore64 years 1 month ago
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StoryCornish Ghetto Wedding Angusfolklore04 years 2 months ago
StoryAutumn Things Angusfolklore114 years 3 months ago
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StoryFour Legged Mary Angusfolklore04 years 6 months ago
StoryIce On The Inside Angusfolklore64 years 6 months ago

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Poem of the week

Building A Raven

First you venture to where even the crows don't know about, the snow-capped height in the unforgiving light, with the merciless dawn daring you to...
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The Man Who Wore A Hundred Hats

None of them suited him, which was his aim, being a king contrarian, but he wore them in rotation just the same. The bowler hat, he found, was best...
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The Burgh

Like some other Scottish places, this town abides, if not dilapidated, then resting like a lean to on its past. The sadness is in shadows that never...

Folklore

It was not witchcraft or the demon loaded night that kept the boy awake, in a good way. It was being afloat under the thought and sight of diamond...
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The Lengthening Light

This year does not seem to grow old so much as appear to know more about itself. The lengthening shadows of spectres cast in the winnowed rattle bone...
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