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|Story||El Museo de los Indios, Resistencia, Argentina--August 2000||markle||0||6 years 4 months ago|
|Story||Rain Pleasures||markle||2||6 years 4 months ago|
|Story||The Green of East 14||markle||4||6 years 4 months ago|
|Story||Hanchurch||markle||4||6 years 5 months ago|
|Story||Tree Cover||markle||2||6 years 7 months ago|
|Story||Grasp||markle||3||8 years 9 months ago|
|Story||Voice in the Garden||markle||4||9 years 4 weeks ago|
As I write, spring is a suggestion, an absence. A few sunny days have slipped into memory, and what’s present now is grey, with a spatter of rain in...
When I looked out of the pub window, the night had transformed. Earlier, the sky had been clear, but for the faintest vapour of cloud. Around the...
Some places have a feeling about them – “mystery” isn’t quite right, but there is a sense, even on the clearest day, that it’s impossible to see...
The lakes were ridged and pathwayed with ice. Its edges broke through the night-colour below the surface, and disrupted the otherwise pristine...