Jem stood up on a little hillock, tall and splendid, with his open brow and his fearless eyes… Let the Piper come and welcome’, he cried, waving his hand. I’ll follow him gladly, round and round the world.’

— LM Montgomery

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Featuring: A PREMONITION FEATURING: Another short story for November... Born in the south, how could she leave it? That land of sunshine and wattle bloom, where the dusty summer evenings scented the world ruddy? "Long, long ago, a people came back to their own land after being away a long time..." Spent the weekend in Naracoorte. As we drove off through the dawn, I thought to myself: You can't take the home out of Kanmantoo (or wherever home is for you). The simplicity of home-things and childhood beckon on into adulthood. And aforementioned post is up a lot sooner than I thought it would be: a dialogue between two poets and the Springtime... The glory of the terrestrial: PLUTO is now live on my blog (an excerpt of a new project I've begun working on...) and I am not ashamed to say that this story is definitely inspired by 'Wind in the Willows' and 'Watership Down'. The two greatest works of art I have ever read - 'Masks for Man', in fact, as CS Lewis so adroitly put it.

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