On the dunes of Scarista I stand facing the westerly wind, I enjoy its thick fresh iodine scent. I am the first person touched by this wind as it lands from the Atlantic ocean. It sweeps the sand clean and makes the grass dance at my feet.
Isle of Harris, Scotland.
On the dunes of Scarista I stand facing the westerly wind, I enjoy its thick fresh iodine scent. I am the first person touched by this wind as it lands from the Atlantic ocean. It sweeps the sand clean and makes the grass dance at my feet.
Isle of Harris, Scotland.
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