N one of my regular walks, I pass a ruined tower house that bizarrely, although windowless, still has a solid oak door. It is my occasional habit (I concede it is a little eccentric, but it brings me pleasure) to stop and, having checked that I am alone, recite a few lines from, complete with knocking and smoting. Anyway, yesterday, I
Saved from the ruins
Jan 11, 2023
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