In the Braes of Ben Dorain

🫧 Open on Bubbles On the leeside of the summit he fell, to lay by the side of a small lochan, so; bloodied and dazed, and considering this – ‘ – If I was to die here, no one would know with the gate shutting quietly behind, like so – – if I was to die here, then all would know by my bright bones on rich heather beds – – but if I lived, then no one would know the gate open or shut, it would seem the same – – if I did not die though, then everyone’d know the shut gate wide open, its padlock the same.’ And the