Flood myths
3 stories drawn from this tradition. See the whole library.
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Once upon a time…
We were four: my wife, my mother with her clouded eyes, and our son who still chased gulls. The sea rose and took the lower fields. We set our longboat on church stones…
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Once upon a time…
I am old, and my bones remember when the river forgot its banks. In those days we tied blue twine to our doors, a custom called River-Briding, to ask water to pass by…
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Once upon a time…
In the land where mountains kissed the sky, there was a tradition of the Whispering Stones. These stones, scattered across the valley, were said to hold the voices of…