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 The sleeping stone stands immutable against the storm coming. Vast blocks of ancient rock wrap around flesh and bone, hope and heart, kin and hearth. The storm will rage and the walls will hold against the cold of the coming storm. Clouds curdle and bruise black. The wind rises to a wolf howl, desperate and disparate. On the leaves and flowers that bend on the wind can be heard the whispers of all that is to come: to be unleashed. Behind the walls they build the fire higher and crawl closer, for comfort, to the hungry hot flames. There is a quiet expectation and a hustle and bustle. The beat behind the walls is irregular. The walls stand black and boastful. The storm comes. Posted by Martin | Comment (12) Category: View all Photographs, Colour, Objects, Things & Shapes, Skies | |
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