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Boxful of Scotland Souvenirs At a Car Boot Sale
boxful of Scotland souvenirs at a car boot sale a life’s possessions in thirty or so boxes from the back of a white Transit knick-knacks from Scotland a wee man with ginger hair tam o’shanter and a corkscrew a picture of Ben Nevis with all the red vibrancy sucked out of it by years of rising suns through flat windows a toilet roll holder from Edinburgh cartoon spider and an inscription taken straight from Robert Bruce “if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again” an empty whisky bottle shaped like a hand bell a small bundle of colourised postcards in brown, green and purple of the Scottish Highlands a tea towel with a stubborn brown stain of the Isle of Skye a pint glass with a colour scene lettered Aberd—n and a dried bunch of heather bound by a tartan ribbon from the banks of Loch Ness that bunch of heather, forty six years picked owned from honeymoon to death thirty or so boxes of worthless detritus to rummage and ransack on a summer Sunday morning a life lived in one of thirty boxes. 6.6.2011 revised 6.6.2022 6:45am
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