London was perfectly lovely,
And Oxford was suitably prim.
But it wasn’t till rainy old Scotland
My soul came rushing back in.
Poet. Novelist. Traveler. Newly minted activist.
love, nature, planet earth, scotland, travel
poetry, rain, rainy, scotland, travel, weather
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