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Tamsin S.
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Tamsin S.
@teabeesea
Keeper of Question Marks at https://t.co/d5n4eyc6vD
West Sussex, UK (and Europe) Katılım Ekim 2015
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This beautiful willow was cut down a few days ago, and it hurts my heart 🍃
Tamsin S.@teabeesea
The mass of catkins dis #orients my eye. As if the camera dropped an inch when Spring took this snapshot of itself. #vss365
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"You haven't done your #vss365/#LandmarksVss combo post #yet."
"I know, but my mind's a #gwag. How do I get 'a hollow space in a mine' into a thread set on a farm?"
"Maybe send the mouldwarps on an… Hang on, isn't every part of a mine a hollow space? That's what mines *are*!"
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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
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One summer evening, a young hoglet found a #pirl at twilight, and insisted they play football as Team Vampirism and Team #Lycanthropy.
Quilliam didn't understand the joke, of course, because he reads only Japanese neo-romanticism.
#LandmarksVss #vss365
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"A furze-pig who takes a huge #glumadh from an unknown plashet," Quilliam is fond of expounding, "Is an #optimist, trusting the water, their gullet, and their stomach. A furze-pig that bold will go places."
Quilliam has never left Pinkets Wood.
#LandmarksVss #vss365
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A casual observer might suggest that Quilliam resembles #Violet Beauregarde as he relishes the #squashle and chomp of a particularly springy slug. This would mean nothing to him as he does not read children's fiction, only Japanese neo-romanticism.
#vss365 #LandmarksVss
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Quilliam, a particularly refined and grandiloquent furze-pig, insists that he does not eat slugs, such as his common kin enjoy.
"I eat only #escargot écosser," he says, "Because my delicate palate prefers a #squashle to a crunkle."
#vss365 #LandmarksVss
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There is only one #venomous snake in Britain: her name is Sssssue, and she lives in Pinkets Wood, on the edge of White Farm. When the mommet watches children #smoog among the birch trees, he holds the breath he doesn't need, and prays for Sssssue's safety.
#vss365 #LandmarksVss
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The sky is #silent now, and the kits calm. The rabbit, wet as Wednesday, clears a #tweavelet from a warren entrance to survey the scene: the field is glaur, the sodden mommet gloomy, and the lambs glum, but life goes on.
#vss365 #LandmarksVss
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It's been another long, dry summer, but the rabbit won't soodle through the smeuse before his jinky dash home. There's not a #wisp of white in the sky: dark towers and #putherry heat promise a heavy drop of half-forgotten rain. The field will be glaur soon.
#vss365 #LandmarksVss
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The mommet may have no #seege to soothe him, but as winter lifts its siege on the land, he has #beauty. Trees bud and burgeon; in the hedge, hazel and hawthorn blossom, white and gold amongst the green; and spring lambs gambol like the fitful ghosts of snow.
#LandmarksVss #vss365
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But the world whirls on, and just as winter wheeled away, so spring #spins inexorably eastward, its #yowetrummles travelling with it. Soon summer will take its turn.
The mommet stands still.
#vss365 #LandmarksVss
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When spring sends her gussels, the mommet must stare at helpless #barbulins from the moment they fall, until #dusk also falls. Creatures of the night spare him from seeing them still helpless at dawn, and night spares him from seeing what those creatures do.
#LandmarksVss #vss365
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We interrupt this tale for another brief #gussel of psychoanalysis: I'm still the forgotten tumulus, the mice are an #analogue of hope nesting in the troubled heart of humanity, and the mommet is a scarecrow.
We now return to your bucolic palaver.
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#LandmarksVss #vss365
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@marshawritesit Reading this as spring is trying to spring upon us was special, Marsha 🧡
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The mommet's task is not an #onerous one. Even in winter, even in a #pash so heavy the rain soaks into his core and the drookit mice huddle, shivering, in his heart, he only has to look a little bit human, and wait. Crows may come, but so will spring.
#vss365 #LandmarksVss
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By royal decree, the #syncopated voice of the Heroes' Bells rang out: Strong is weak, weak is strong. Mice have saved the day.
But this was just the start. A Queen, a giant, a young knight and a pink-robed Mistress joined the wordsmiths, plotting at the Arthurian table.
#vss365
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@PatchieSteve I have no recollection of writing this 💜 Maybe it was someone else! I am embarrassed that I tried to express being a parent, when the closest I've come is our Eliot 🪶❤️
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@teabeesea Could you tell me about this one, Boss?
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Parenting: teacher, swing, driver, horse, chef.
They eat, drink, sleep. Push, pull, spread you lean.
But the girl with straw hair, grass-slide knees, sticky pink cake smile poses. Pantomimes London Bridge. Sprawls. A sunny pool on your beach.
Parenting: Cage. Bliss.
#vss365
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On the soft park grass, two dogs led their tails by the nose, deep in a scent that traced to... the bench? The girl's eyes were deep as space. The boy carried kindness and a distinctive #patch on his back. He sniffed, licked Hope's hand, and continued on his adventure. #vss365
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"Who is it, Gussie?" A light skip and hop of a holler came bouncing down the hall.
Mrs Finch frowned and hissed. "Augusta. Call me Augusta in company."
"Yes, yes, sorry, my dear." A small man, dressed top to toe in #dragonfly blue, grinned conspiratorially at Rose.
#vss365
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"Oh no, no, no, no, no!" Mrs Finch shook her face to an approximation of #vermilion. "Not again. Not here..."
The dalmatian nudged past his owner, bumping her into silence. He edged towards Rose and sat, gazing, at the pale, silver-haired, astonished child in her arms.
#vss365
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