What follows is a slow and winding crash course in Welshness, although they have a more resonant word for it: Cymreictod. ..............
Saturday, November 07, 2009
800 miles of narrow lanes
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I wait patiently, with no urgency. I have been granted all the time there is. I do not try to make anything of what I see. I hold no expectation or assumption that I know anything at all.
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