1978 July-Aug Vol 23 No.4
1978 July-Aug Vol 23 No.4
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I walked on through the mist, what little vision I had blurred by the damp
ness. For a brief moment the breeze ripped the grey curtain aside and
there on the right lay the Loe Pool, dark and forbidding, a sombre picture
framed in a ring of mist. What was that? A ripple? A hand? A flash of
steel? The mist closed in, and the scene vanished as suddenly as it had
appeared. Perhaps it had never appeared at all, and it was just a Cornish
fantasy. A
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