6pm…

 

 

as ferry slides across frosted glaze of sea

each island floats on a sliver of pale green

 

when finally the sun sears through the haar

vapours rise toward the freedom of the sky

 

silhouetted hills of uist graph the telling of

warm tales in undulating rock and heather

 

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