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Tuesday, 4 September 2012

62/100 He must have drunk the moon bottle




He’ll be gone through the grey door of the wind.  
 He must have drunk the moon bottle, that bright unchancy stuff, to the last black drop.

[‘The Tinker’, from ‘Saul Scarth’, George Mackay Brown, The wreck of the Archangel]
 

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