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StoryScottish Lang Syne Prayer Angusfolklore12 years 11 months ago
StoryMidwinter, Remember Angusfolklore122 years 11 months ago
StoryBonnie Prince Charlie On The Moon Angusfolklore02 years 11 months ago
StoryKnowing The Crows Angusfolklore112 years 11 months ago
StorySt Agnes Head, 10.7.22 Angusfolklore23 years 1 month ago
StoryOn Oddicombe Beach Angusfolklore73 years 1 month ago
StoryBonnie Prince Charlie in London, 1750 Angusfolklore13 years 4 months ago
StoryKernow Song Angusfolklore23 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Hated Wasting Paper Angusfolklore43 years 4 months ago
StoryThree Women at the Estuary Angusfolklore53 years 4 months ago
StoryDescent from Kings - The Royal Clans Angusfolklore13 years 4 months ago
StorySt Rumon's Space (Redruth) Angusfolklore33 years 4 months ago
StoryA Remembered Summons Angusfolklore43 years 9 months ago
StoryMoving Angusfolklore33 years 9 months ago
StoryVisiting the Old House at Twilight Angusfolklore63 years 9 months ago
StoryDusk Words Angusfolklore03 years 9 months ago
StoryCornish Ghetto Wedding Angusfolklore03 years 9 months ago
StoryAutumn Things Angusfolklore113 years 11 months ago
StoryRaptor Angusfolklore44 years 1 week ago
StoryOld Owl Angusfolklore44 years 1 week ago
StoryHis Twilight Angusfolklore04 years 1 month ago
StoryFour Legged Mary Angusfolklore04 years 1 month ago
StoryIce On The Inside Angusfolklore64 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Afterlife of Spiders Angusfolklore154 years 2 months ago
StoryMoonrouse Angusfolklore04 years 2 months ago

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Cherry

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...
Gold cherry

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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Praying to St Lou Reed

Lou Reed snarls at the opening syllables of beseechment, the skinny boy's prayer. Nobody told the boy to beware this saint. 'You only came to me...
Cherry

Arctic Coats

We will wear our arctic coats for one last time, climbing to the top of the world that is all white and each direction is south. Winter forever...

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