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Nicholas Ferrar at Gidding


  It is a gift—that you have journeyed here to find me in my old life’s final hours at this cremation. These travel stories here were futile dreams. I’ve learned to overhear more useful omens as I sleep: this last phantasma, for example, reached from here towards a future time, on through the hereafter, where […]

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