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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.
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
forgetting the outside world
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.
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
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