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They turned down the track toward the Four Post Diggings. Behind them, Cemetery Road. In a forgotten drawer, something red-eyed stirred, silk-wrapped and waiting for the Stawell Bardo Read more
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He had been instructing Lena in the secret arts since she was scarcely past the crib. Even then her talent was unmistakable, revealing itself in the look in her eyes, the elasticity of her tiny muscles, the spring in her limbs. How piercingly and wisely she looked at him – and into him! She was Read more
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Once the blackened remains of his aerostatic globe were retrieved, Dinwiddie took to his bunk, afflicted with a profound dread usually reserved for the condemned. He shook, perspired, quivered, and palpitated; so much so that Pu-erh, apprehensive of her own fate, having been placed in charge of the Scot by the Qianlong Emperor himself, summoned Read more
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Junction Teahouse Honourable Buddhist scholars leave the East and go West. Mr Daruma, who doesn’t like Buddha, leaves the West to come East. I thought they might meet at the Teahouse of Awakening. Alas! It was only a dream. ⁓ Japanese Zen monk Gibon Sengai (1750–1837), adapted. It was Sunday, and a hush had settled Read more
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Eulogy for an Unfinished Cat Dressed as a cat I traipse through the streets and lanes of yesteryear, a mystery of mind so despised, so unperceived, that this territory marked by squirts of indifference (over many years) has never been gained at all. A quiet squat in the crepuscular light. Who am I but an Read more
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