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Loch Turret, Autumn
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nursing her wrath to keep it warm
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And whither then? I cannot say
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a musician must make music
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a straight stick turns crooked
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a rising tide lifts all boats
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the land will be mantled with snow
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slow light
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Lindisfarne
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red mount
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island of mist, november, #22
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isle of mist