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A-walking through stone Old Town streets of Edinburgh lashed by wind and sleet, I saw Tron Kirk tower ***** the sky — she loosed great raindrops on passersby: A handsome former city church, by fickle faithful left in the lurch, still called down tears of Scottish rain and wept, but dreams she’ll rise again
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Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 4:49 PM UTC
Tron Kirk, Edinburgh
A-walking through stone Old Town streets of Edinburgh lashed by wind and sleet, I saw Tron Kirk tower ***** the sky — she loosed great raindrops on passersby: A handsome former city church, by fickle faithful left in the lurch, still called down tears of Scottish rain and wept, but dreams she’ll rise again
Inspired by seeing Tron Kirk in Edinburgh’s Old Town. The church was once home to the largest and most prominent parish in the city, but fell into disuse in 1953 and stood empty for decades.
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53/M/Potsdam, Germany
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 4:49 PM UTC
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