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Early morning, Tobermory, Isle of Mull
The gulls, they skirl like forlorn pipers awakened after a fitful sleep. The gentle early morning waves, formed by breezes that come all the way from Nova Scotia, slap up against the mossy stones—a small sound, slurred, rhythmic as a fetal heartbeat. The tide tugs at the small craft in the harbor, and out beyond something—maybe a minke whale—breaches the surface of the water and disappears again so quickly you can’t be sure it happened at all, at all.
Soon the morning will turn to mist and light rain, and the air will be chill and carry in it the taste of peat and something like crisp apples, and the world will feel as if the Old gods have returned, huddled in grey skies and wrapped around with blue water. Lamps will burn all the day, and the bees will stay in their hives.
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