The Old Ones

They were there again today, the old ones. I could hear them, plain as day through the trees of the plantation, through the ruins of their houses and shielings. They were going about their business. Herding cattle, chatting, cutting wood, stacking the peats. They were there long before the trees, long before the land was owned. They will be there long after we are gone.

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