follows are writings and sound recordings from inside the white springs at Glastonbury tor. the springs are a cold, wet and dark place overwhelmed with the sound of the spring as it pours out of the earth there. a din of rushing water, small streams running underfoot and down the walls as i feel my way in the dark. i spent two hours writing in complete darkness there.
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