Rivulets

‘One morning, Manawydan and Pryderi unleashed their dogs and mounted their horses. The dogs ran ahead barking and yelping and sniffing the air. They came to a thicket of tangled brambles and thorns. The dogs picked up a scent and their barks became one song. They ran in amongst the bushes like the many rivulets of a single stream.’

The Assembly of the Severed Head, Hugh Lupton

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