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Aleister Crowley in Torquay, 1941

During the war fate finds him in retreat at the seaside, an odd holiday maker hiding from you don't want to know. Bored of whelks and the incessant...
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Something of Yours

I kept some things of yours to remember, even though I would not forget: notebooks with no good passwords and reminders that are well past importance...
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Poem of the week
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After You'd Gone

After you'd gone, sometimes we would wake and find you still there in the favourite chair, in the dust-ridden front room alive with the sunlight...
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The Stand In

St Peter, having stood sentry at heaven's entrance for two millennia, took a break (gone fishing in the Celestial Lakes). In his stead, a cat stands...
Cherry

Bonnie Prince Charlie (Slight Return)

You saw him at the foot of the ancestral staircase, not quite see through but wavering in the sunlight heavy with Cairngorm dust, like midges...

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