life as a tangled web of experience
the little connections both numerous and nebulous
micro-fibres that bind events together
fine filaments
delicate tendrils that extend and grasp
we struggle free
only to find ourselves caught up in the same dramas again
the stone of gronw
pierced by a spear
yields ghostly images
the watcher by the lake
penetrating the landscape
frames the boathouse
the serpentine severn
gurgling up from its welsh spring
slides by impassively like melted chocolate
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