Five  

Here, the fae folk have returned, curious and cautious. They weave their lore through those fissures, through the buddleias as they bow down to touch the waters of the cut, and under the arched bridges tinged green with liverwort and ferns. They are timid creatures, at home in these forgotten places, peering through the cracks.


"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the Eyes of others
only a Green thing that stands in the way. As a man is so he sees."
– Letters of William Blake


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Photography by Jen Dixon
Wednesday 13 March 2024
Wolverhampton