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There’s a gentleness to the swing of the hammock, a relief in the sharp breathlessness of a cold breeze, a satisfaction from the soft and prickly grass between my bare toes, a sweetness as my warm fingertips clutch a mug of chamomile tea. I daze intently at the baby blue and pink sky, waiting for the dazzling sunset that a Scottish summer promises, calling me back whenever my roots need to be fed, reminding me of the place I use to belong. 18/05/2019