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He was near death when I found him, his body frozen and battered, naked and sunburnt in a meadow near some willows. At first I thought he was dead he lay so still, but jerked slightly when I approached. I circled round him, near to the willows, and saw a little boat wedged into the roots of the oldest tree. He must have come down the river from the mountains, though how he got up there was a

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Some say that when the Great Maker took up the work of the millennia it was begun very slowly. These say that the Maker planted the seed of a kind that grew up out of the darkness of the void, to fill space with the wonder of our universe. This seed began as a speck of matter in the womb of the Our Mother, and from that conception it expanded exponentially outward in mass and complexity to

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