"cinematic Alba"
Mist lifts from lush hills
like a curtain rising
on an old, waiting stage.
Stone stores stories close,
but wind releases them whistling.
A stag stands framed in first light
—a silhouette ready for its close-up.
Villages lean into the land,
weather-worn, camera-ready.
And the Highlands move beneath it all,
slow, vast,
as if the whole country
is continuing its rolling take.
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