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Jonathan Foster's avatar

The storm petrol is an amazing creature, bending with the wind like a reed, folding itself into the storm to be the storm in a way, survival through acceptance rather than battle. Quite beautiful.

One of the themes in my writing is the idea that we are always choking on the smoke of fires lit in the past. That whatever we do as individuals or societies isn't isolated to a period of time, but, like smoke, travels through time to effect the present, an forever embrace between past and present that never releases. Until I read your writing here on epigenetics I never really made the connection. I wonder if there is a mechanism beyond DNA that allows for a similar mechanics in so many realms?

Anyway, thanks so much Rebecca. I really enjoyed this piece for so may reasons :)

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Clare Mulvany's avatar

An absolutely stunning piece of writing Rebecca. It will travel in me, as memories of storm petrels do, exquisite in their darting grace.

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