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A Liminal Time

Posted on August 11, 2018 by crispina kemp

Where land becomes sea; when day becomes night; when the tide rests at its height: these are liminal times and liminal places where the veil that hides the Other-World becomes a permeable thing and allows the magic to slip through. … Continue reading →

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Asaric Tales e-book Update #9

Posted on August 5, 2018 by crispina kemp

Gosh, is it really another month gone? And what have I done? I confess I have wilted into lethargy in Britain’s current heatwave. Even so, I’ve not been idle. And nor have my beta-readers and critiquers though one or two … Continue reading →

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Fibre … Structure

Posted on August 4, 2018 by crispina kemp

The heat with its debilitating effects continues to hold me prisoner; alas, no walkies for my camera and me again this week. It’s just as well I have a backlog of photos I can draw on for our #2018picoftheweek challenge. … Continue reading →

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Light on the Water

Posted on July 28, 2018 by crispina kemp

Some days when I take the camera out the light falls just right for capturing the finer details on close-ups of plants. Other times the brush needs to be broader … The sun had been up for about four hours … Continue reading →

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An Apprentice Ship

Posted on July 22, 2018 by crispina kemp

So I left the house at quarter-to-eight, turned right into the row (that’s a very narrow lane to you, speciality of Gt Yarmouth), to meet up with my daughter who was waiting for me on the farside of the river … Continue reading →

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By the Parishioners’ Door

Posted on July 21, 2018 by crispina kemp

There is a group of parish churches in southeast Norfolk with south doors a rival to the rising sun. Dated to early C12th, it’s thought the work was performed by a German or Dutch stonemason who was visiting the area. … Continue reading →

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It All Began

Posted on July 15, 2018 by crispina kemp

“It all began when Jan met Ned.” No. Wrong. Wrong? Everything that ever had happened in Jan’s life led to that moment. Ditto for Ned. Fine. “It all began when Jan was born, three years to the day after Ned.” … Continue reading →

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Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Posted on July 14, 2018 by crispina kemp

Okay, so it’s not a road, but a path. And it’s not made of brick, but of short-cut grain-stalks. And it doesn’t go to the Emerald City but passing through an exceedingly emerald field, skirts a sand-quarry to arrive at … Continue reading →

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A Wheel of Time

Posted on July 12, 2018 by crispina kemp

Days were we fetched our water from a well. Days were the women met at tha village pump. But the wheel turns and leaves us only memories. And relics such as these. When first I saw it, I thought by … Continue reading →

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Ode To A Gnat

Posted on July 8, 2018 by crispina kemp

  O you assailant of non-Euclidean flight! Why must you always wait for night? Why won’t you attack when the sun is bright? O vampiric smidgeon of the night.   First posted in 2015: reposted in aftermath of massive gnat … Continue reading →

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