A dozen or more cattle and sheep dot the fields of my closest neighbor, whose farmhouse stands atop a hill, perhaps ten minutes’ walk from my door. “This is where I live now,” I say aloud, and my voice doesn’t sound like my own. Perhaps it’s something in the island acoustics, an inharmonious meeting point between water, earth, fire, and air. It’s hard to believe I’ve landed in such a place.
— Jul 29, 2026 09:04AM
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