“Oh! the sunny days o' youth, they couldna aye remain-
There was ower meikle joy and ower little pain;”
- Robert Gilfillan
My eyes were closed, the lids a golden sunlight, my days gently and drowsily melting away. My mate Dave lay next to me on the warm grassy slope with his hands behind his head. He look…
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