Cairn October 1, 2009 / Arambler He talked up the stone through the storm-clenched night. A noise so round, it became her rapture. Share this: Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...