Sally
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the Antonine Wall It scars the dullest part of Scotland, obliterated under warehouses, short term railways, housing schemes, the outskirts of uncertain villages. Or suddenly it scythes a wood, a shocking vallum, double walled, a stretch beside a minor road, an earthwork, an intrusive ridge. We never quite believed in it, constructed to last only decades, land-engineering that has worn longer than those patched canals, in places rubbish-strewn, employed to dump ungainly memories, or vanished legions. >>>Glen Phillips
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