We line and pile tors up to point towards the peak Of cold granite, rain-swept gray and sleek--an irregular tweed weft catching the glint and the gryke where Padraig wept. And a bold clint, the sheer warp of which enough to make a martyr.
We line and pile tors up to point towards the peak Of cold granite, rain-swept gray and sleek--an irregular tweed weft catching the glint and the gryke where Padraig wept. And a bold clint, the sheer warp of which enough to make a martyr.
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