Harris Dawn
Peat smoke drifting in the frost-chilled air,
a crofthouse snugly slumbers in its lair.
As starlight sparkles on the hills around
it drowsily awakens to a sound
from down the years, an infinite encore,
the ocean's heartbeat lapping on the shore.
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