There was a timeWhen, alone with the night sky,You felt the limitlessness of the infinite;The acute silence –The weightlessness –Afforded by space.You faced the moonAnd

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There was a timeWhen, alone with the night sky,You felt the limitlessness of the infinite;The acute silence –The weightlessness –Afforded by space.You faced the moonAnd
There are cars moving on myriad motorways across Europe as I write;I can see them as if from a plane.I imagine the motion, for those
The chimney stackWith clouds for smoke,And sun for fire,Has much to give;Imagine this sceneWithout it. By Emma Hynes This image and story are part of a
What do you see when you encounter this image?Is there anything in it, or about it, that inspires action in you?If so, what?If not, what
Imagine arriving at a gate to neither pass through it, or leave. To find yourself at its threshold, and remain. To feel that you cannot
There are lifelines to be foundIn the curve of an ebbing tide –In the field that undulates –At the newly drawn boundary;The reclamationOf a lost