Strange weather. Itβs true that the hills were invisible in the fog bank. The sun was watery and pale. A rainstorm came and went. The road was a silver river and the air was fresh and clear. Iβve used a poem from Africa for the ALT. It tells of the same feelings I had in this nearby landscape on Skye. The image was taken by me last week. It is past the end of winter but spring isnβt really here yet. I dream.
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Posting our stream of gibberish to the the 44 winds. Drinking our privileged