Telling Stones…

France & Vincent

HM15 1156

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…Gazing into the depths of the reflection the moving torches seemed to open the gates of vision and she saw herself in an Other-Where…

Dressed in strange garb, looking across time with other eyes, watching herself made her feel dizzy and strange, as if seeing two landscapes, one in darkness, another shrouded in the mists of morning…

She tied the horsehair plait about her wrist, her mind swimming in the dreaming…

There were more than two worlds here…

There was a shape, a head echoed in the place where she stood…

Which shape was also high on the hilltop where it had been carved into the chalk – The water below was a gateway to another world…

And yet another world crested the hilltop, up behind the palisade.

There was a secret world too…

A world that few others knew…

A world where the ancestors lived…

It lay beyond…

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