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Emily Banting, 1981
The witch does not see weeds. She sees potential ointment, potential incense. She sees healing, she sees charm. -
Matt Adams 1981
Some nights, standing between the Old King's Lance and the Magog Dish, I feel caught in a looping signal. Lost between transmission and reception. Dissolving into cosmic noise. I've a fear time spent on Blackford Down is changing me at a fundamental level. -
Tattoo Labyrinth Dave
I remember my Pylon People days, The Hum would call us station-to-station. It filled our heads with its telling of tomorrow, its telling of the electric ley of the land. I couldn't deny the maps it placed in my head. I had to walk them.