The Next (Second) Tattoo

Murmuration GretnaGreen

‘Love without hope is something else. Something painful. Something sure and certain. We are such sentimental little starlings. And it will be the death of us. And it will kill us. And they will nod along in remembrance of things past. and in the intonations of others will lie the truth unspoken. That it is easier to destroy the light within you than the darkness which surrounds you.’

(From The Northern Star to The Southern Bar, I. Rankin. St Jude’s Infirmary)


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