A Watch in the Marches

Home Correspondence A Watch in the Marches

“Oh, the wild hills of Wales, the land of old renown, and of wonder . . . ”

        —George Borrow, Wild Wales

I step silent across the flagged floor below weathered slates and beams, sleep-held family breathing behind, the only other sounds the scratching . . .

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