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The Man on the Mountain
In the inky winter darkness
A rough track from the lane
Leads upward onto the mountain:
A small glimmer hints at life
and we wonder where we are being led.
Out of the blackness, a dark shape shows in the slight mist
The lights in a window flicker dimly yellow
and the smell of peat smoke drifts down in the still ai...
Saturday 3rd February 2018 1:46 pm
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