Seeing the city (and the self) from a slower perspective
The Ravens of Lairdside Hill
It's a strange thing to be sure, coming up here and finding yourself utterly immersed in remoteness. An hour's walk or so from the nearest house and you can be sure that it's just you and the rams, just you and the ravens. It's a fine feeling, tapping deep into that primordial relationship. It wasn't that long ago that man in this land roamed the hills as a living, and it made him a man for it. Nowadays, things are a little different....
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