Standing Stones

I stand and wait.  What am I waiting for?  The return of my clans people.  Where are they?  I have been left unattended for thousands of years, falling into disrepair.  I began my life in South Wales and Marlborough, transported from another life to this exposed area of Wiltshire.  I served a purpose once, waiting and then embracing the summer and the winter solstace.  Now I am an attraction for people of many languages.  They walk around the pathway created some distance from my feet.  They marvel, they question, they take photos. But do they understand?


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