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Anam Cara. Interwoven clay. Eternal rhythm of time, life and space. Dogs bark. She is awoken in a dream. Life after reincarnated life the song remains the same. Atomic. Never platonic. Searching for a love who appears only in sleep. “How do I remain?” she asks. “No-one can” is the reply.
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6 comments:
Anam Cara, 'soul friend'... this is a mysterious and intriguing story, Nesta, like a Celtic legend.
mmm, very interesting Nesta, like the tip of an iceberg, so much alluded to and left unsaid, lovely rhythm too; poetic prose indeed, perhaps the richest of all our 50 word stories
definitely worth waiting for!
Nesta
Mysterious and delicious.
two, three, and four dimensional.
Buddhist retreat of the south or the north?..
Thankyou friends for the encouraging comments. Each one of you has seen through the prose and understood the meaning. I thought it may have been too vague but not for the sharp lot at the Salon. Thanks again guys I may put in another for consideration later on.
Intriguing. Let's get out of this place. So confused. Agree with The good Doc- mysterious. But then I always agree with the Doc. Next week, same place, same time. Meet you there. Maybe. I have a thirst for knowledge so well ...
Nesta,
reading Clay, is like painting or sculpting Very interesting figurative experience.Anam Cara was a face.
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