One of the places I could call home
If home is where the heart is, there are a number of places on this transitory sphere that I could call home. Several of them are in Scotland, and one of them is a fairly remote spot near Braemar called the…
July 26, 2017
Linn of Quoich
While you sleep, and the sun creeps between branches, shooting inquiring glances into the deep, aching pool below the ravine, a woman walks into the wilderness. As thrown wood circles, rejected by the snow-cold flood, your blood drifts uncertain in…
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