My dad says “I think it’s going to be breezy in Orkney today.”

I say “I think it’s going to be Orkney.”


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Westray Sky - photograph (c) 2016 David Bailey (not the)

Westray Sky

The clouds are as insubstantial as gossamer and float in ethereal whisps above the rugged rocks.

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Dog Years

Meg remembers me even though it's been two years since she's seen me. That's even longer in dog years.   

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