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“Though I Was Not Born To This Land…” Pondering On What We Need To Belong & For Each Other to Understand
As we sat eating flapjacks in the fluffy August clouds somewhere above Bradford and Halifax, I looked down into the valley from my vantage point in the heather, propped up against a rock, which had a sign drilled into it pointing walkers in the direction of ancientness, and watched the dogs give my mum long…
