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“Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn …” Gasoline rainbow

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As I Walked Out

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Studio Space – Stiwdio

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Places to hide. Cuddio

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Bro Dyfi Poem/ Barddoniaeth Dwy ieithog

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Golden Chains

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Ynys Enlli – y noswaith hir. Cydweithio gyda Ciara o’Flynn

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Cantref Gwaelod

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Collaboration

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“That Point is a Being like ourselves, but confined to the non-dimensional Gulf. He is himself his own World, his own Universe; of any other than himself he can form no conception; he knows not Length, nor Breadth, nor Height, for he has had no experience of them; he has no cognizance even of the number Two; nor has he a thought of Plurality, for he is himself his One and All, being really Nothing…” Flatlands Edwin A. Abbott

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