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David A Haughton’s haunting series of nocturnes of the British Columbia Coast from 2014.
Wolf & the Doctor had begun to go for walks together each day. After a long shift, he would come back to Wolf waiting for him, with breakfast packed by Old Fox & they would embark on a long silent ramble, up to the hill fort, where the sky was blue & vast over the troubled earth.
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23rd Day of Advent. Mouse was almost asleep, when she suddenly heard singing, the most beautiful singing, notes etched in gold, gold "to airy thinnesse beate." She opened the window & looked out to see her friends smiling up at her, lanterns like fireflies in the darkness.
21st Day of Advent. Standing at the black edge of Zennor Head, the Newcomer was watching the raw winter sun rise on the horizon, gold casting the great Atlantic rollers, herring gulls & fulmars calling from the skies, from the zawn, calling for fish-magic, for their guard-spells.
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20th Day of Advent. Midwinter Eve. Old Fox was lighting the candles on the Christmas tree. They had already decorated it with sugar plums & angel hair of spun glass, heavy gilt lametta from Nuremberg & foil angels from Dresden & dozens of red & silver velvet ribbons from Paris.
9th Day of Advent. Wrapping presents in front of the fireplace in her bedroom, the Little Girl’s thoughts start to drift back to a hale Christmas half-forgotten, when the sun cast low & the snows were so deep, no one could enter or leave the village for almost two weeks.
Rat on a journey
Пацюк, що подорожує
Maria Primachenko
1963