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Farewell Living Orkney
I picked up the last issue of Living Orkney on Thursday. Inside its cover were many familiar things. Some items do become familiar to the point of becoming invisible, like wellington boots marooned by the back door all summer until October when they are picked up again, like the smart woollen coat worn when it’s […]
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She counted them on her fingers; one, two, three; like swans flying overhead with grey undersides and cloud bellies. One, two, three. A swish through the air, a brief, repeating, soft-whistling note the only thing that drew attention to the animal’s passing. From where she stood at the edge of the wood she had no […]
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