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Wednesday, 15 August 2012

42/100 Dark water. Ropes glittered


 Dark water.   Ropes glittered with night frost.   The
ship lingered, languid as snowflakes

[from ‘Voyage: The months’, George Mackay Brown, The wreck of the Archangel]
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