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      The thin line of rattling caravans with their once-exuberant tent-tops, screaming, yelling, tireless children, busy, busy, worried mothers, uninterested fathers, wizened old men and wizened old women, barking dogs and unhelpful just-adults was tumbling out of the trees into fields copper, gold and yellow.      Mara was somewhere in the middle of it. Red leaves fluttered and flittered around her as she walked beside the caravan, to a crunching...

     The crows were gathering above his head, wheeling and circling in the late summer sky, their cawing striking down at the barley fields. Life was moving. The deer were fleeing, the fish were swimming. Life makes room for life, and it was leaving this place.      It’s not a dead place. Perhaps this is what it’s like to be a child in the belly? Witness to the feeling of life about to begin. Calm before storm. Life before life? Or maybe thi...

           There is something strange about the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle. It calls out to not become the same, to not be part of the greater picture. So much time spent constructing a beautiful framework and now this little piece will make it perfect, and all will be known that can be known, all mystery dispersed and dreams banished. The thought of what it could be is so much greater than the finished picture.       Opal dropped the...

With my great bloody spindle, I can straddle dimensions. Weaving fibres of times unborn, unthought and probably unkempt, into tapestries of dimensions you can't even begin to imagine, let alone fathom. I'm beyond your comprehension and my great bloody spindle is even more esoteric, being known only to me. Did you know that time is finite? Infinity is very, very long and time must be recydled. Oddly, if you take your time, you'll actually take very little. Don't you think that's an interestini...

There is something strange about the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle. It calls out to not become the same, to not be part of the greater picture. So much time spent constructing a beautiful framework and now this little piece will make it perfect, and all will be known that can be known, all mystery dispersed and dreams banished. The thought of what it could be is so much greater than the finished picture. Opal dropped the final piece. She had never completed a jigsaw. She stood to take her boo...