Short piece here on one of my brothers in Scotland.
A taste:
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light/Thou seemest most charming to my sight/As I gaze upon thee in the sky so high/A tear of joy does moisten mine eye."
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There are some words I almost can't believe are words at all. "Moisten" is one of them. When does that sound good? Not even on a towelette.
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