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    grizedale forest / cumbria / one


    "there is a hollow place
     to where you must go. a way of knowing
     you must kneel to find                that a sought-out emptiness may
                                                                                     become a resonant presence
     a burrowing here in deep-waiting"

    Lang
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    gurtof wood,  boltby,  north yorkshire



    I never really understood the word ‘loneliness’.  

    As far as I was concerned, I was in an orgy with the sky and the ocean, and with nature.


    Björk


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    passage / chilterns



    Forest, I fear you!

    In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans

    and from the depths I hear that I am damned.


    Baudelaire

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    ligature / frithsden beeches



    "Their grief 

     howls seaward through charred, ravaged holes"


    ​Walcott

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    meander / afon conwy



    "In the dark skull of the valley

     A lancing, fathoming music

     Searching the bones, engraving..."


    ​ Hughes

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    meander / moel siabod



    ​“Water.

    Like a blanket.

    Dark.

    Intoxicating.

    ​Cold.”


    ​Celebi