Incongruous Siblings
This site has been silent for too long and I must start here with an explanation and, perhaps, an apology. The 2014 crop circle season was my twenty-fifth and was, for me, the darkest and most depressing I have ever experienced. Not, of course, for the crop circles themselves which were as enigmatic, inventive and compelling as ever, but for the behaviour and activities of what used to be called the “crop circle community” – a phrase to be used now only ironically and with a raised eyebrow.
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