The Orkney imagination is haunted by time.
We never find what we set out hearts on. We ought to be glad of that. - George Mackay
We never find what we set out hearts on. We ought to be glad of that.
- George Mackay
Hills tell old stories. Cliffs are poets with harps. - George Mackay
Hills tell old stories. Cliffs are poets with harps.
The imagination is not an escape, but a return to the richness of our true selves; a return to reality. - George Mackay
The imagination is not an escape, but a return to the richness of our true selves; a return to reality.
The Orkney imagination is haunted by time. - George Mackay
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