​The small quarry wood doesn’t have a name. Not one that I know anyhow, ...

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​I've waited many years to step foot in the hallowed, haunted natural cathedral that ...

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Gordale is one of those places that has it’s very own magic. There’s a ...

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Winter’s teeth holds the North by her silver locks Waiting to release her when ...

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I always think of myself as a creature of wood and moor yet a ...

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Tanglewood. It’s a woodland, or rather an old conifer plantation that has tied itself ...

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Caught in the gossamer threads of dawn the universe paused A spindrift veil sparkled ...

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 I’m always drawn to the dark places that hunker down in the undergrowth. Show ...

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Being constantly defeated by greater beings, Beaten by the storms of life until the ...

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Today the oaks have changed, Or at least they have in my world. Tawny ...

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