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Old 05-13-2007, 11:37 AM   #17
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the train had stopped. we were out on the wide dark of rannoch moor, scanning numberless stars for albireo. the driver sat in his cab with worry beads. so our heads were tipped to the sky when we smelled the stink crossing the river of railtrack that ran to achnasheen; the animal had gone by then and our minds half away in pursuit before i told you what it was: haggis of the trossachs, boar-snouted and quick as the wind, vanishing into a legend of moorland and heather that stayed in our heads for days, while the stars burned out.

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