There was once a farmer who ploughed a field of dust. Each day as he raked and hoed, the dust billowed all around him until he was the colour of dust, his face, his hands, his clothes. At night his … Continue reading →

It was over now. The moon had gone, back into the shadows where it hid. The girl walked down from the top of the hill. She had been dancing all night with the hares and the ravens and all who … Continue reading →