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| Kathleen Jamie [theguardian] |
Fragment 2
Imagine we could begin
all over again; begin
afresh, like this February
dawn light, coaxing
from the Scots pines
their red ochre, burnt-earth glow.
All over again. South
— facing mountainsides, balcony
above balcony of pines — imagine
we could mend
whatever we heard fracture:
splintering of wood, a bird's
cry over still water, a sound
only reaching us now
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