Journey of lost bones

There are lots of ways journeys begin and as best as I can tell, this journey, mine, began along the banks of the Tay river in the small Scottish town of Newburgh.

And as I write these words a thundering release, as if the baggage I’ve lifted and carried these years, falls to the ground.


Fire tended

The tale can now be told.

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