Cerrig Pryfaid 2
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I don't know, Kammer, I don't know. But it had fallen. I could lift it. The little ring of pebbles upon which it had formerly been balancing were still in place. It felt wrong NOT to gently lift it back into its loose socket and stand it back up again.

Bloody vandal.

(That Jane lives near the Rollrights, you know. Yellow paint anyone?)