Amongst night-black Blanket bogs and silver-green Crags that thrust towards the welkin, Dull flanks of split stones Ever reaching Field to field, Glimmer with quartz in the low light’s spill. Helter-skeltering on ragged Inky wings down the wintry chill, Jackdaws splash the sun, off Kilter, in and out of cloud shadows. Long lanes tip up […]
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