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The reputation of the beach
has many tongues to say

From the time of women
it is now a 'hostage to steel and silicon’

But we cannot give our souls away

And we will be no richer

So we make a stand

At this end of the world

Bioda Roe is king of the sea side
A relative to the soul of the seal
His long basin used to fill our memory

But no longer

Now all is bare for a time of war and famine

The more we seek to protect our children

The more we endanger them

I see a man bending
his head if in prayer
On Chalgaraidh Mull’s shore,
along this edge of Scotland,
on the strand
on this very edge of the world..

we must give up grieving

and learn to fight, again

for the time is not passed,
it is now


◄ A terrible beauty

Winter ►


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