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David Meylan

We know the truth, not only by the reason, but also by the heart.

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Andy Goldsworthy, Ice Star and Ice Sphere, Scaur Water, Penpont, Dumfriesshire, 1987. Colour photography. Via Government Art Collection © Andy Goldsworthy

The Mari Lwyd is a horse-like creature found in South Wales. The Mari Lwyd is described as an undead horse a skull head and it wears a white cloak. The Mari Lwyd rises from the dead every New Year’s Eve to remind people that it exists and that it should be feared. Every year a festival called the Mari Lywd Party was help where a replica of the Mari Lwyd was made and was puppeteered by seven men and they would go door to door and sing songs asking to be let in and the inhabitants of the home had to make excuses not to let the Mari Lwyd in and once they ran out of excuses they had to invite it in and give them ale and food.

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📷: Klaus Echle

#HeWillNotDivideUs

Dear and sweet friends getting closer all time. Hurting is so much lighter when you’re near me, says Vulture Pony to Gut Baby, with not her words but her many little legs. Thank you thank you thank you

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I try to believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast. Count them, Alice. One, there are drinks that make you shrink. Two, there are foods that make you grow. Three, animals can talk. Four, cats can disappear. Five, there is a place called Underland. Six, I can slay the Jabberwocky.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe. The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Jaws that bite and claws that catch. Beware the Jabberwock, my son, And the frumious Bandersnatch. He took his vorpal sword in hand And the vorpal blade went snicker-snack. He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.‘

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beowulf (Seamus Heaney translation)