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On a windswept ridge in the Highlands, a traveler bends and lifts a stone. It is cold, slick with last night's rain. She places it on a pile already taller than her waist, taller than the man it was … read more

Somewhere on a windswept ridge in Scotland, I once stopped to catch my breath and noticed a small stack of stones at the edge of the trail. Five flat rocks, balanced patiently against the wind. No na … read more

There is a moment, just before a stone settles, when everything in your hands goes still. The wobble slows. Your fingers stop searching. The stone — limestone, river-smoothed, cool against your palm … read more

Somewhere along a windswept ridge, before there is a path, before there is a cairn, there is a single rock resting on bare ground. No one has marked it. No one has praised it. The lichen has not yet … read more

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