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Public
Wordpress
https://therhubarbtriangle.wordpress.com (eccentric and Yorkshire poems 2018 )
https://thingstothings.home.blog/   ( poems from Ovid )

Other
http://mermaidwebs.net/  ( floating flowers )
http://www.starmoss.co.uk/  ( star map mnemonic )

Blogspot
https://pteradons.blogspot.com  ( drawings - before 2018 )

Also


 blogspot
https://vfubja.blogspot.com/     ( other , Index )
https://star-moss-clock.blogspot.com/ ( pics looking though the doorways of the star clock )


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