We had, finally, booked into our hotels and headed back into Whitby to join the rest of the party for dinner. Arriving early, there was time to wander the darkened
As a Captain in a blackened stormScans a ravaged horizonTo find rotating hope:Not only where but whoThe ship, by edge of darknessLocates the world beyond the seaSo we, with storm
Throughout the books written with Stuart France there are visions; moments of a past long fled that ‘Wen’ still sees written in the ancient stone of the landscape and within
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