Where the Light Gets In

By DHThomas

The Piper at the Gates of Dawn (as if!)

at the crack of dawn
(around ten in the morning)
a bagpipe sounded

A local sonerien (s/he who sounds the pipe, or the bombard) in the village, at the same time a parade of Celtic Nations was taking place in Lorient.

Extra: Julie, a portrait with (half a) clock.

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