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Riding the cusp of Summers solstice around the Ring of Brodgar where ancient hands set a stone circle we hold hands and dance Summers wild flowers in turf and hair the colours of what the Earth brings forth beautiful fragility for a season and we children of the soil and stone ride the cusp of Summers longest day.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
The Ring Of Brodgar, Orkney
Riding the cusp of Summers solstice around the Ring of Brodgar where ancient hands set a stone circle we hold hands and dance Summers wild flowers in turf and hair the colours of what the Earth brings forth beautiful fragility for a season and we children of the soil and stone ride the cusp of Summers longest day.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
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