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Eilean Leòdhais
The slow way we walk to
the edge of the sea
with fable, with Hallam
The kettle storms on the stove
welsh cakes and oat coloured
mugs of our favourite tea
I’ve collected shells far and wide
Despite the minch’s rage
to sit upon the old desk here
may it rain on forever
that we might light the pillar candles
beneath the wild moods of the skies
nurse our cares in sto...
Thursday 6th April 2023 12:44 am
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