He, too, breathed this air scented by wild garlic -
Where I stood, high above the stony stream bed, he once stood -
His gaze, like mine, was caught by the waterfall beyond the trees -
The same sky was above us -
The same voice of the water had called us here -
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15 June 2018
Mill Gill Force
Wensleydale
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