Tag: trip
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Wales: Coast to Mountains
“Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo Congealed in the dark arteries, Old veins That hold Glamorgan’s blood. The midnight miner in the secret seams, Limb, life, and bread.” -Mervyn Peake, Collected Poems “Do you miss Wales?” Tessa inquired. Will shrugged lightly. “What’s to miss? Sheep and singing,” he said. “And the ridiculous language.…