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Jun 2017
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.
Written by
nivek
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