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Casting by Fish Fischer
Sunlight shone through the tree canopy, bouncing and scattering in a random pattern, casting golden and green patches of light on the river.
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Stepping Around Uneven Ground by Karen Jane Cannon
Knowledge is not necessarily about ‘seeing’ everything, but about knowing somewhere.
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Commute of the Cormorants by Angela Evans
Notwithstanding the Dysynni valley’s scenic beauty, it is as much the result of human intervention as it is natural forces.
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Sailing By (One) by Jeremy Boyce
When it’s lively like that you need the vision of Nostradamus just to steer through the Hokusais.
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A Manifesto for Chesil by Sarah Acton
I acknowledge memory in multiple dimensions, where the collective power to make change lies. I will gather, collect, create, unafraid of storms that will pass through.
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The Unfinished Estate by Tim Edensor
With her dogs, and it was rumoured, a particularly vicious goose, she patrolled the estate in an archaic automobile.
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Earth Tongue by Sammy Weaver
I notice a cluster of russett brown, muscular tongues poking just above the grass, then more and more.
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The Seven Mile Straight by Carrie Rhys-Davies
I am forty two years old and it’s a vividly hot afternoon early in September 2021.
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Seasonal Rituals by Philip Strange
These late autumn starling displays have also become, for me, part of the seasonal rituals of Cogden Beach
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Losing Your Place by Sue Clifford and Angela King
Questing for local distinctiveness must err towards the inclusive and welcoming, it is not about designating areas more beautiful or more derelict or worthy of grants.
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Knife by Sarah-Jane Dobner
Bend down and pinch a ripple of skin. It’s warm and springy, taut to the body.
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Orchards and places by Common Ground
In fact, many of the well known varieties have grown-up purely by chance, from discarded pips or stones.
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