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Peter Moore's avatar

Your mention of the South Downs reminds me (again) of the time, oh so long ago, when I was living with an artist in Amberley, writing short stories and dreaming a lot. There was a stile up on the South Downs way that I used to call my “star seat,” where I would go when I couldn’t sleep. My dreams kept me awake, I guess. So I’d sit up there and watch the stars spool about, and the moon wax and wane. Easy to find my way back home: I just walked downhill.

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N. M. Scuri's avatar

Not all who wander are lost.

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