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Starting today, my brother will be recounting his time on his own on the West Coast of Scotland, referring to his photographs and journals from that time.
“That night, as the sky was beginning to darken, I set up my hammock between two gnarled oak trees, strung my tarp above, ate a quick dinner and fell asleep. I was to stay out in those woods, alone, until December.”
A Fall in Time by Alexander M. Crow.
