“Snow Upon Snow”

The main centre of the thickest ice was the

Rannoch Moor – or that’s what we used to call it.

There was no point in names now.

Everything looked the same – white.

Everyone looked the same – desperate.

They used to tell us things would change.

But now they have no more words for us.

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