Friday, 13 August 2010

5, 4, 3...

   The evening is blowing in lovely, quiet through the open door, this city has been evacuated.  Only the leaves hang withered and brown, and we are leaving this place soon.  Tea steeping in its pot and mandolin playing in a dark corner of the room.  We will live in the grey city of Scotland.

2 comments:

  1. Grey days and ancient cities are a perfect marriage, just make sure you have plenty of thermals and woolen socks to make it happier*!*

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  2. ooh, i've always wanted to go to scotland!

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