Category: Cornwall
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“These Fragments I Have Shored Against My Ruins”
And isn’t that what The Waste Land was always about? Not war or ruin or post-war disillusionment, not really—but the terrible fact that intimacy is not a cure.
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Wren Writes Back: On Ruskin, Seeing Clearly, and the Strange Case of Poetry
But the longer I sat with it—the more I thought of what happened back in Falmouth—the more the line started to ring true.
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The Heart of Shadows at Beltane: Exploring the Thin Veil, Folklore, and the Psychological Influence of Ritual
Beltane and Samhain may both thin the veil, but Beltane’s upward movement calls forth entities that do not belong in the world of men. In the wrong hands, the Heart of Shadows could bridge that gap—with consequences that could echo through time.
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Echoes of History: Neptune, America, and Lincoln’s Ghostly Warning
“Remember,” his voice echoed softly, “a house divided against itself cannot stand.”
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The Green Man and the Power of Art
Lillian, arms folded, studied the piece. “Magnificent is one word for it.”
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The Hollow Wood
Sylvia inhaled sharply. “We should be careful.” Lillian tightened her grip on her walking stick. “I thought you’d be delighted.” “I am.” Sylvia’s voice was hushed. “But fairies—real fairies—aren’t what people think.”
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The Oss and the Shadows: What Lurks Behind the Mask?
But people also say that, if you step too close, if you lock eyes with the swirling, shrouded thing beneath the mask, something changes.
