Crag Hill

††††††††††† the regionís boundaries



††††††††††††††††††††† in a sense


††††††††††† in turn, lights going on

††††††††††† †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† simply


at rare moments

††††††††††††††††††††† ††††††††††††its beauty astonished


†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† lost faith


†† Power does scenes. It can be open

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† forged amidst our inattention


††††††††††† The world was stirring


†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† highways one could feel††

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