After Culloden, time became mi enemy, e'en moreso than the English e'er were. Layin' in tha' tiny cave wi' only mi thoughts for company I was taken places I hae no desire to revisit, places tha' left mi face wet with shed tears. It wasna tha' the memories themselves were bad ones, for tha' wasna the case at all, in many cases the memories tha'
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