From Beneath a Perpetual Synthetic Dusk

From Beneath a Perpetual Synthetic Dusk

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Adrift On the Winds of Change

Adrift On the Winds of Change

It's subtle, but like the proverbial frog in boiling water, are we simply not noticing the pace of change around us?

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Lucien Telford
Jul 08, 2024
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Stormy Weather

The Storm–Wind by William Barnes

When the swift-rolling brook, swollen deep,
Rushes on by the alders, full speed,
And the wild-blowing winds lowly sweep
O'er the quivering leaf and the weed,
And the willow tree writhes in each limb,
Over sedge-reeds that reel by the brim —

The man that is staggering by
Holds his hat to his head by …

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