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  1. We're live at The Rainbow, 7th November. Free concert, Donations to save the yew tree foundation. Please tell others! http://bit.ly/3Gv2Ny
  2. Recovered from the festival of light festival. Great fun. Suzanne created a fantastic nature mosaic under the Yew tree http://bit.ly/4fuVAS
  3. Poetry from the Creative Thorp. Live at The Festival of Light, the weekend. http://bit.ly/IhUUK
  4. The festival of Light, free festival in South Shropshire. This weekend. http://bit.ly/IhUUK
  5. Free festival of light this weekend in medieval church. There's a holy well, 2000 yr old yew tree. http://bit.ly/IhUUK
  6. Many thanks to Matt at the Sonic Review... http://www.soniccuriosity.com/sc414.htm. Kind words and perceptive analysis.
  7. Been to Glastonbury and taken Hammered Dulcimer lesson with the amazing Dizzie. Check her out at: http://bit.ly/YK0gj
  8. The blue reaches wider and wider, twists of cottony cirrus...
  9. The trees part way, a moon straight over me
  10. What memory clouds?
  11. Branches, leaves loose detail, clouds follow in a line straight south
  12. A line of sky, certain trees – rose-yellow light, cloud banks slow movement
  13. What was the use of all this blind gigantic meaningless biological effort? http://bit.ly/NFzPD
  14. A streaked sky over trees, late sun on branches, wind slowed to no motion
  15. Then there flowed rivers of milk and rivers of nectar, and golden honey dripped from the green holm-oak. Ovid.
  16. In time the earth, though untilled, produced corn too, and the fields that never lay fallow whitened with heavy ears of grain.
  17. A tree spell as the sky reddens at night. http://bit.ly/NFzPD
  18. As we reach in deep to a staircase of pure sound...
  19. Sky swept, whitened clouds glowing gold, crisped at the borders, higher, further, blue pools breaking them, the eye finds shape upon shape.
  20. Amazements of hedges, the tangled generations, of vines, branches, fox runs