A muckle clood cam an scraipit the tap affa Culter Fell; noo it looks lik a big emp’y ashet. The tapmaist third’s bin shairly ca’d awa. But, gin I screw up ma een, I can kinna see whaur it’s bin.
A muckle clood cam an
scraipit the tap affa Culter Fell;
noo it looks lik a big emp’y ashet.
The tapmaist third’s bin shairly ca’d awa.
But, gin I screw up ma een, I can
kinna see whaur it’s bin.
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