
The scent of the upright stones of Hyperborea, dotted with the lichens' reddish-brown froth. The tartness of the cold grass fur on the hills' shoulders, the mosses frosted with dew – the pollens sticking to the belly of dawn are left out to dry in the salty wind from the Hebrides.
How it wears
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