To the lichen that creeps while we sleep, sneaking over stones, timber and the slumberous hedgerows of Kernow and Albion. Exploding into rabid writhing seethes, a sixteenth of an inch a year. This archaeon humbly seeps while Humanity walks in its sleep.
Jerusalem – Paul Robeson
Coming soon, In April’s issue of The Caterpillar: the final chapter in our tale of West Kirnowe: The Journal of Elias Gillpington – Don’t miss it…….!
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