₪ ~ "Whit's fur ye'll no go past ye" - '...fingers brush softly against, the lovingly draped tartan, that surrounds us. proudly showing our heritage. the breath that escapes the lungs of, the clans, the people, reassuring us that no-one can, take away what is rightfully ours. And as the bagpipes play, as the people dance, and the children sing, upon strong and fertile grounds, our freedom reigns.' ~ Lady Willow, from 'Forever Our Freedom'