 PatchieSteve is migrating

The wind gets up. The leaves of the tree rustle a murmur. It sounds like rootskyearthlove, and it blows through the holes, the cracks and crevices, the hollows. The End of The Between is here with an interview with whatshisname... @PatchieSteve. Visit writteninhope.ink/the-between.

And from me A final #souvenir In memory of those Who are no longer here I am no longer here #vss365

@twitweeting Yes ❤️🐦

Is this where everyone went?

@funnyfrogget Thank you for a great two weeks, brightening a darkening November ❤️

From every journey, I bring home a #souvenir - a Scottish teddy bear, an Irish bookmark, a Greek bouzouki and always lots of books. And from our #vss365 journey together, my souvenirs will be uncountable wonderful stories and poems. You've all been wonderful travel companions.

@AndiMarchal I always love your choice of pic and words. Thank you, Andi❤️ for all your writes

The passage through the twitchel Is just a hop away I wonder where it will take me If I decide to stray A witch’s cottage maybe Or the kingdom of the fae Or will I find darkness and shadows Through this puzzling doorway #Landmarksvss #vss365 Image: Pinterest

@sian_ink Feel this, thank you, Sian, for writing such beautiful words throughout the life of this prompt ❤️🌸

Between here and there, then and now and what is and all the dreams we have runs the #twitchel. Hard to see twixt thorns and knotted branches and concrete rising high. But it’s there. The path less trodden to simply somewhere else when the here is too hard to bear. #Landmarksvss

@marshawritesit What a beautifully sad end, and what a great writer you are, Marsha. Has it really been 18 months? How that has flown. I love all your characters, the mommet most of all. This long thread has been a lovely gift to read, part of my Friday joy. I shall miss it. Thank you ❤️

The First Farmer walks up the #twitchel to see the #home he left behind. He won't go in: his widow still lives there, but the house belongs to his eldest boy now. He takes a moment to admire the well-kept fields, tips his hat to the mommet, and fades away. #LandmarksVss #vss365

It's been a long, dry summer, and a rabbit #soodles through the smeuse, soaking up safety and cooling shade before the jinky dash home. The hawk may be a distant silhouette, a cut-out pinned to a cornflower sky, but she can drop like half-forgotten rain. #LandmarksVSS

The mommet watched the coffin and its tiny #train of attendants as they made their slow journey down the #twitchel. The man in the box gave him form, gave him sticks to stand with, gave him land to watch, gave him purpose, His hand-carved eyes cannot weep. #vss365 #LandmarksVss

The boys do not #complain about the weight they must carry down the #twitchel, nor the chores that must be finished before they can rest and reflect on the future. The man they buried taught them that life is hard work, but work is a blessing. #vss365 #LandmarksVss

The funeral caused little #delay: farms wait for no man. The cattle were fed and milked before the First Farmer's sons bore him down the #twitchel to the granite orchard. A few words were spoken over him, but they ended with a gruff, "Best get back to work." #vss365 #LandmarksVss

Where the #twitchel meets the steading there is a stone older than the idea of farms: an erratic; a granite #skerry in a sea of mud. After the funeral the First Farmer's first son sits atop it to sip his ma's griggle cider, watch the sun set, and remember. #vss365 #LandmarksVss

The First Farmer walks the boreen with a weary sigh. It seems longer today, stretching to the horizon under a cornflower sky. In time, as earth and hedges wax and wane, his descendants will call the path he cut the #twitchel, the holloway, the sunken lane. #vss365 #LandmarksVss

It's been eighteen months since the rabbit soodled through the smeuse; the heatwave is a distant memory, a slow moment binned by a rush hour mind. Summer is half-forgotten, but as he #hops down the #twitchel snow drops around him, and he thinks of spring. #vss365 #LandmarksVss

#Dumbledores do not mind a shower, but in heavy #rain they'll take shelter beneath the chequered umbrellas of the little leper lilies. The First Farmer will work on, while his bones ache for a flaa roof and a warm hearth. #vss365 #LandmarksVss

@derickijohnson @PatchieSteve A Must Follow For All On BlueSky~ So love you! Thank you for all you are & how inclusive you have been to all! You welcomed me with open arms when I first peeked into this space, & you are one of the caring Souls whom made me feel I was free to write & just be me~ I so love & TY!

@Write2Fite @derickijohnson You are an immense joy, Aspen. So glad you have crossed over too. Thank you for your beautiful words. ❤️ much love from me, and the ghost of Patchie

A heartfelt fare-thee-well to @PatchieSteve, who’s leaving X for the green pastures neath BlueSky. Steve, you’ve been a wonderful Ambassador and booster for #vss365. Wishing you the best in your new #home, my friend. #vss365