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Saturday, 29 September 2012

87/100 'languid as snowflakes'




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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