[1] The man was old and crooked, Like so many before. The caretaker of Smuggler’s Perch And owner of the moor. [2] Smuggler’s Perch, the...

I carry lemons around my neck. But not by choice. They sway as I walk And I lean into them. If not, the bitterness batters and blinds me,...

(continued from part 3) We did eventually find the ticket office, and after a call with Yoomin (who let me know she was feeling ill and...