Of angled streets and northern light
Under this particular moon, with Scotland
Quiet and sleeping beneath and around us;
Of what may I speak but friendship
And of our human wish for love - not just for me
But for friends too, and those who are not my friends;
So if you ask me, now, at this moment,
what is my wish; it is for love over Scotland,
Like tears of rain - that is enough.'
from 44 Scotland Street by Alexander McCall Smith
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