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Jan 2017
Here, the Orkney Islands are wracked by unstoppable winds
like all small archipelagos, at the mercy of great sea distances
unbroken natural forces vast in their cumulative strengths.
But that is the holidaymaker, tourist, toe in the water folk
who come and go, come and go, to experience and send home postcards
bemoaning the wind , if only they knew the Islands true heart
like us resident Orcadians, new, and old, they would forget the wind as the wind often will not blow, and stay until their bones are buried with the forgetting of the outside World.
Written by
nivek
320
   Doug Potter
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