Wee Fictions
This blog is full of Wee Fictions (and poetry, too)
Monday, 16 April 2012
Arthur's Seat
The ascent
to the summit
was steep.
Twice I offered you my hand
and twice you gripped my sleeve.
Falling
down those rocks
wasn't your only fear.
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5 June 2012 at 03:56
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