With my inner vision, I see/feel/have become a wet sheet hung out to dry, billowing in the wind, struggling to be free of the pegs which hold it to the line. In recent weeks, many of the pegs which…
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Tigh na Mara, Skeabost Bridge
Fraser MacIntyre, Portree
Post office, Dunvegan