Chapter 72
A Morning Thought by Radcliffhall Radforlibrivaax.org Wind and mist of the upland places, Trill and hush of the cloud-swept spaces, Glow of sky that the sun embraces
Over a world of dew. Purple dusk of the sweet scotch heather, Golden gorse in the summer weather, Hand in hand you and I together. If it were only true.