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Sacred Mountain by Ian Grosz
I become only breath; movement; the sound of my feet crunching along the trail, vaguely aware of the dawn chasing behind me.
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Laxton: Some Views by David E. James and Mike Jackson
Everywhere, except at Laxton, these open fields and the untilled commons have been divided and enclosed.
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The Mist at Wolf Cleugh by Bran Graeme Nairne
Further exploration north of Stanhope reveals a landscape knotted with old scar tissue.
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Hedge by Michelle Werrett
Walking along this lane, I was aware the mud I trampled through held the memory of Audrey’s footprints.
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Leavings by Melanie Viets
The kids carry in well water for the baths and the cranky, gas-powered washing machine.
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Landlocked by Francesca Brooks
There is a dampness that sustains the teeming, liveliness of life on every surface of this landscape.
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On Noise by David Higgins
I’ll tolerate the groan of earth, the crack of stone, the whispering of worms.
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Dead Man’s Lane by Georgina Gardner
Yet, people stood here once, posies with herbs and rose petals in hand.
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: The Sea of Content by Kumari Tilakawardane
The ocean doesn’t care one iota about you, or your body, your mind, your problems or your poorly thought-out grudges.
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: The Home Path by Jane Brox
There is a lot for me to love in this town along a harder, colder coast.
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Ketamine Dreams by Sophie Willard Van Sistine
The artist Sophie Willard Van Sistine reflects on the impact of the medication she takes for her chronic depression in this brilliant and personal visual essay
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: an introduction by Pamela Petro
Hiraeth is the name the Welsh have given to the gap, the space—call it ‘the long field’—between my two experiences of home.
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