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A moorland morning
Loaded with memory
Grounded, held
By a fierce weight of story.
A quiet noise
Rises from the mountain
Softly at first
Then joined by another
Layers of story
Connected
In measured love
Lost in the music
That played long ago
Held together
By Curlew song
Floating with pleasure
Down to our treasure
Singing our song
In separate measure
Then meeting
And parting
And meeting again.
The wise owl of time
Quarters the moor
But the music connects us
To all we have known

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