The Girl I am the girl raised on fresh fish, vegetables, and rice,seasoned by the smoke of crackling fires.Laughter echoed through meals,where health was found in simplicity. I am the girl who climbs trees with ease,who treads familiar paths and ventures deeper into the wild,pausing to savour the sweet guava and medlars.Barefoot, I delight in […]
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To Swim TidesPull and push this saline separator At speedAcross the submerged forests of distant timesEach flow tugging furtherAt my heart Each swum stroke a moment nearer To the other side
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Love Your Island Water weaves between breezy islandslike breath looking for a shore to land onMemories run deep in dark mirrored burnsRoots grow with each new generationanchoring into the ancient rock Push as hard as a Westerly galeRise as strong as an ancient stackSleep as deep as an ocean dreamRace as fast as a peregrine
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Blide tae hae you here Wur right blide tae hae you here,Islanders fae near an fer,Lukan chist is swack is can be,Aa set tae tak pert in wur Games. Weel you ken that podium place Disna come withoot some risk,O brukeens an misanters,Is you push yoursells tae win. They’ll be some ferly breeksed,Eens wae murders,
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Hearth (All I ever wanted was to be able to swim) Nova, a waterdog, was rescued from Spain when she was just a few weeks old. Now a one year old junior dog, she loves to be out at sea. People flock round to see her dive into the water with her eyes open and
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Island Games Our ancestors might have encouraged ghosts from empty islands to take part in an endless range of sports. Certain they would never fall or slip, St Kildans would practice their high jumps by leaping from the steep heights of each cliff. There were souls from Ille de la Manche who skipped between some
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The Railway Line That Was With fires stoked and the giant steel wheels set into motion, the blazing red locomotive gained in momentum as it edged ever closer to me. I could sense it before it even arrived. A sharp, shrill whistle would startle the birds into silence as the tracks would rumble with
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Belongan Track tae the banks, turns through the kisseen gaetthe rocky shore borders the vast harbour o Scapa Flowa drystone dyke skirts a field o sheep grey lichen clings tae the stones, pure sea air Wild flooers abound, yillo buttercups, blue scabiousa plooed field beyond the waethered gaetturnan fae the sea I gaze up tae
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Blide tae hae you here Wur right blide tae hae you here,Islanders fae near an fer,Lukan chist is swack is can be,Aa set tae tak pert in wur Games. Weel you ken that podium place Disna come withoot some risk,O brukeens an misanters,Is you push yoursells tae win. They’ll be some ferly breeksed,Eens wae murders,
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Åland Our Home We are the many That make up the one. The 16 small counties That all get along. There is Föglö and Geta Brändö and Sund From Saltvik we guard them all the night through. Eckerö, Lumparland and Mariehamn welcome the guest all summer long. There’s Hammarland, Finström, and Kumlinge Sottunga is biggest and
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