Come by the Hills Festival

It is the little moments, when that one note is punctuated by leafsong and the wind touches my cheek in shared remembrance that live in and of themselves without the need of past and future. It is the shiver of tumbling chords and the sweet shaped air that passes across my lips as tenderly as ebbed dunes of sand. 

Come by the Hills Celtic Festival at the Mistahiya Lodge near Wainwright, AB

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