Loch Mhòr
Loch Mhòr is a loch in the traditional county of Inverness-shire in the Scottish Highlands. It occupies much of the wide floor of Stratherrick which runs roughly parallel to Loch Ness around 3 mi / 5 km to its southeast. A generally shallow body of water, Loch Mhòr achieves a depth in excess of 20m towards its southern end.
Loch Mhòr was originally two separate lochs, Loch Garth in the southwest and Loch Farraline in the northeast. The water level was raised, so it could be used as a reservoir for a hydro-electric scheme and associated aluminium smelter at Foyers (the smelter closed in 1967, but the Loch is still used as a reservoir for a pumped-storage hydroelectricity facility). This joined the two lochs into one, though they are still divided by a causeway carrying a minor road. In its middle reaches, a broad and shallow embayment on its southeastern shore contains a scatter of islets.
The main rivers into the Loch are the River E, and some of the flow of the River Fechlin, which has been diverted through an aqueduct.
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by: SirrahInside a cage of my own ribs
All the breaths are caught in their trap
Gloom flows still from interstice and blinds me
coats my eyes
I climb the spokes
Of cold slippery ladder
To reach the triumph at any price
Higher and higher
Let the river burst its banks
Rise up from torpid enfeebled body
Lash is a separate independent being
Dearer to the godly heart than human ever was
From the birth to the moment of death we fall
Losing gestures, thoughts, feelings, and words
No breather
No breather
Dashing along
On and on and on...
Gloom flows still interstice
and blinds me, coats my eyes
Let the river burst its banks
Rise up from torpid body
Higher and higher
Let the river burst its banks
Higher and higher
Rise up from torpid, enfeebled body...
...and there will shine a light
Out of a cage
I'll force my way
Through the imprisoning bars
Forward
The beast of burden
Lash is a separate independent being
Dearer to the godly heart than man ever was
From the birth to the moment of death we fall
Losing gestures, thoughts, feelings and words
No breather
No breather
Dashing along