Hookland 3/5/21 0:20:47

In every boneyard there is one grave around which folklore gathers. One stone or burial marker which becomes anchor for stories, refuses the warming kiss of sun. The dare-to-touch of children, the tale worth price of pint. How we love these graves. – #CLNolan https://t.co/gi52uwWGQK

Hookland 3/5/21 1:27:59

They say it‰Ûªs a ghost of a faceless monk that‰Ûªs seen riding a spectral grey mare near Withermunt. Then again, they say any cowled apparition is a monk or nun, so don‰Ûªt take that as gospel. Take the bit about spectral grey mare seriously though. I‰Ûªve seen it. – Lou Shaw #VOH

Hookland 3/5/21 4:15:32

Those artificial iron borders between wild and tame, between boneyard spirits and passing lane – they never hold. Every edge becomes feral given enough time. – #CLNolan https://t.co/qmIOsqhAuC

Hookland 3/5/21 4:24:37

@hellohistoria Many of us are crippled by imposture syndrome, so hearing you‰Ûªre the real deal from others won‰Ûªt cut it. However, you are the real deal.