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A Thing Survives: byr a thoddaid

So: can a thing survive a fall, then lift itself enough to crawl from where it lands to some safe place, to heal and hide its bruised, scarred face until the foe that pushed it down has doubt it ever … Continue reading

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Time Enough: a byr a thoddaid

What there is left to say, I have said; let’s leave off talking, and try instead another way to listen and be heard
that words don’t understand. Wait a moment: let some silent thing bring with it, for a while, another point of view to our chat; surely, we have time enough for that. Continue reading

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A Change of Syllabus: a byr a thoddaid

There is no test today in class; it’s been called off, and you all pass. The lessons it addressed are tired and old, I’m told – no more required. But someday, classes might start up again; Then those who now … Continue reading

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Oh Bard, Come Sing: the official Welsh meters

Oh Bard, release your sacred song to heal these hurts and ways gone wrong! (cyhydedd fer) Let loose thy harp strings, filled with untamed woe; go deeply, cut to the heart – For it is there our wounds start. (englyn … Continue reading

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