In one corner of the adjoining island waves smashed over huge stony outcrops, out of mood with the land which was everywhere sleepy; fairy penguins peered from their rocky burrows as they had for silent ages; life in the town...
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What treasures will be there in the next life, what verdure, what awakening winds, what tumbling...
Read More“Therefore I have sailed the seas and come to the holy city of Byzantium.” W.B. Yeats The society will have changed; people will no longer be like hard billiard balls knocking together, but interlocking force fields;...
Read MoreIn the hot summer afternoon a silence as quiet as the moon penetrated and possessed the streets like a dream. The hush which had ruled for millennia presented as a vague enigma; What did it convey what did it say? It was beyond...
Read MoreHow often has the promise been lost, the fair prospect for the future dashed? What happened to the wistful tune rising in the morning, subtle and shimmering, waiting for a flute like a lover, a twinned melody to begin a...
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