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Snickets by Nic Wilson
Many of the paths are old ways, repositories of long-forgotten stories.
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Feeding the Hungry by Emma Rose Barber
I walk on. In that excited city, there is a group of people queuing to get near the firework display.
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A Field with a View by Jane Ryan
I knew that ownership was one key to the sense of safety that this meadow was offering us.
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Leaf Litter by William Rowlandson
And that is where the pain is. Like a medic in a war, patching up the wounded to patch up the wounded.
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The Man of Blackmore Vale by Jonathan Law
How do we separate the reality of a place, a region, from our private hopes and nostalgias?
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Watermark by Davina Quinlivan
I stand on the threshold to her flat and watch myself close the door.
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In Pursuit of Today’s Spring by Ned Vessey
It troubles me still, a year later, this state of knowing only through absence.
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Pilgrim by Graham Mort
We shake hands and he walks on uphill, limping slightly, bent against the wind.
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The Weight of a Dog by Pippa Marland
I’m here to collect the ashes of my dog Nina.
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Raptors of the Concrete Cloverleaf by Christopher Brown
The idea of rewilding is sometimes coupled with fantasies of depopulation, but it needn’t be that way.
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Catchment by Julia Brigdale
chiffchaffs mark the time, blackcaps pour their song.
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Aqua Vitae by Kirsteen McNish
A trickle of water dances over my feet, releasing a barely audible sound.
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