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The Old Stone Kirk

The old stone Kirk set high on the hill at the edge of a quaint old town where it had set quiet for centuries stoned faced in absolute silence entombed in an ever present fog which gave cause for chills to take hold of all who pass by in their daily travels. These walls, though silent now still hold, incased within them the sounds of the many and the few who have visited this sanctuary in times both good and bad many births,deaths and marriages celebrated before the final dying breaths of the town insured the closing of the doors forever.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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