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Member since 2002 · Posted 22 Jul 2003 · 5 comments

she had set out to the highlands, a sun hour north pitching her shack with a honed precision taut as her purpose, to pick from the skins of bark and weasel her supper and learn a little about the cold and a hunger, well she learnt all the relevant dates have since been filled in

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[10] Mr Pig 22-Jul-03/11:18 AM Reply

Wonderfully versed and the 3rd line is sheer perfection.

[n/a] irishfolksuicide 22-Jul-03/1:45 PM Reply

Who gave me 4 for this? the same who gave five for my other.... and then ran away?

the least you can do is comment

[10] horus8 22-Jul-03/8:51 PM Reply

Superb, compressed, poignant.

[7] ecargo 23-Jul-03/8:34 AM Reply

As usual, your images and language are striking and original, but this seems ambiguous to me. I don't get the ending.

[n/a] richa › ecargo 23-Jul-03/10:37 AM Reply

usually I have a story in mind keeping it invisible and building up images around it.

This one is about a girl who had left home. With little preparation she set out for the highlands. She was found dead with a note asking for food if anyone found her.

The relevant dates bit refers to how following her death the inquest attempted to fill in the details of what little we know of her