Perfectly Formed
Perfectly formed in a challenging terrain,
low and squat they lie and ever ready
to shrug off Hebridean wind and rain,
with weathered roofs and walls rock steady.
In days of yore, a refuge from the storm,
now picturesque, and just a bit forlorn.
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