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Sunday, February 26, 2006

Urquhart



























The ruins of red brick and stone
just above the surface of the loch
walk down to the shore, by the edge
I stared out into the mist
hanging over the water

She was out there, but invisible to me
I sensed her presence
hidden in the fog, of time,
the peated deep,
the enlightened “reality” of science.
How sad for us


2/25/06 19:05
Urughart
Standing on the edge of Loch Ness, 1999

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