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In Still Winter Air

. Gothic lungs,¬†breathe still, winter air . Arms¬†outstretched movement in stasis a silent cry sounded in ink . Now Playing: Laura Cannell – ‘Banshee’ from Swooping Talons Remixes (Charles Hayward and Merlin Nova remix). Aberdour, Fife, 16th January, 2016.

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