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| LarryWalker | Jan 9 2018, 04:39 AM Post #1 |
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Hii.. Something approaches; it fills the head of the vast valley that splits Stanage Edge from Castleton and drags a black curtain from its shoulders that darkens the land in its passing. It swirls in the air this thing like its alive, like its a billion strong flock of starlings dancing a waltz; snow! and hail, in May! I crouch in a hole in the escarpment rocks like a deity in a prayer niche and fancy for a moment that a great horned head is conjured in the wind blown mass like a face seen in a cloud. Winter's last heroes die, the wind drops, the sky is a stained glass window, shafts of sunlight break through and a curlew's calls fill the valley with a melancholy, a loneliness, a conduit to the soul of the world. Thanks! I didn't find the right solution from the Internet. References:- http://www.poetsgraves.co.uk/forum/viewtopic.php?f=20&t=22976 video infographic |
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