2025 Dedh Dew Cans Whegh warn Ügens


De Yow, pajardegves mis Est
Thursday, 14th August


















De, my a glowas tros oll an jedh. Na veu son jettys. Nag era nei ogas dhe Falmeth. Thera an tiek ow trehy y ys gen jynn brâs. Gellys ew an dedhyow a düs gen cromednow ha fylhyow. Ow lowarth o moy cosel. Na wrüg an vran dre digoweth kemeres own. Pandr'üjy hei ow tebry? An greun rüdh teg ma? Nantei!

















Yesterday I heard a noise all day. It wasn't the sound of jets. We are not near Falmouth. The farmer was cutting his corn with a big machine. Gone are the days of men with sickles and scythes. My garden was quieter. The lonely rook was not afraid. What is she eating? These beautiful red berries? Certainly not. 

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