ELIZABETH BARTON by Abigail Ottley
They think they have my measure these lords with their ladies / who come flaunting fine white linen
AN ENTANGLEMENT by Peter Cowlam
We stopped abruptly on an explosive sigh and a plume of smoke
ON NOT MENDING WALL by Abigail Ottley
Under the Downs at Zennor there’s a dry stone wall that has its roots in the thirteenth century
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