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"By the turn of the 17th century, when Today’s Poem was composed — putatively though not definitely by Sir Walter Raleigh (1552–1618) — nobody had gone on pilgrimage to the Shrine of Our Lady of Walsingham, situated in a Norfolk village near the North Sea coast, in over sixty years."

"the whole round sea was one huge cheese, and those sharks the maggots in it"
—@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

Sun-Bird, Rye and Wheat.

huts in haunted cities
hurl into pitchdark flurries
socket to hold seldom
cyst breaking with mist-edge
huts in haunted cities
help me to find some shelter

"Breavman was and still is against the use of foreign materials in the decoration of snowmen."