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Guerrilla ghost fighter

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Wednesday, January 18 2017

1. After a civil uprising Miss Vanessa Ives had joined a small guerrilla group who were hiding in the wintry forest, a dozen people or less. One day they were looking for provisions and ammunition in an abandoned village, and came accross an empty barn where a mob of peasants had surrounded and attacked a knight; he was heavily armoured and all bloodied from a stabbed wound in his head, but still alive. A young fighter, barely sixteen, and the only other woman in the group had walked in firs

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Work hard, play hard

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Thursday, November 17 2016

        I was looking at a map, thinking where would be a nice place to visit. I saw a curious E-shaped fork in a road and decided to go there. I found myself on the middle street, which was a trail cut through the forest, so that the neighbouring factories would get more light. I found this barbaric, and picked seeds that looked like golden acorns and planted them in that space. I went to work. I had two red roses in my hair, but they turned to velvet ribbo

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Monastery in winter and birds in the spring

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Thursday, April 21 2016

I lived in a monastery with lots of other people - monks, nuns and ordinary folks too. Peter was there and we slept in separate beds, side by side, holding hands. The dormitory was huge, with two endless rows of beds. When all the noise died down at sleeptime, I went to him for a cuddle. In the morning Peter was gone; nobody knew where. To distract me from frantic searching, an elderly priest asked me to go for a walk with him to show me how the peasants survive the winter. There was so m

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Armour exhibition

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Saturday, August 30 2014

I'm running through the streets of a small English town that has their deceased women's 'battle shawls' displayed on wire dressmakers mannequins outside every house. I slow down and walk, touching my fingertips to the sun-warmed metal. The shawls are big heavy triangles, supposedly to be worn criss-crossed across the front and fastened at the back; one is made of big golden hoops, another of diamond-shaped copper scales and yet another of gunmetal gray chainmaille.

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