Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll
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in thrall ta Foula; rising,

always coming closer.

You take me, over and over;

no fight left in me at all.

This is an undressing, a ravishing.

As I pull myself away

I feel stark naked, bewildered

as that hill ewe, newly-sheared.