At the start, a simple track Well-worn by boots Deceptively easy, following a burn Concealed by bracken Its bubbling murmur echoed by curlew calls Lamenting lost souls like airborne sprites Remember how you once told me You met the Queen mother here? The incongruity of the encounter Impressed you more, I think Than finding royalty…
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I’ve been reading a lot about Artificial Intelligence recently, how literary submissions are being submerged under AI constructed stories and the incredible advances in artwork generation. So, I decided to experiment. The book I’m working on has a Private Investigator, part of a small team investigating a supposedly open and shut murder case. I entered…
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