I have left Knoydart. I said my goodbyes in the pub except for Daniel, who walked me to the end of the pier steps in the rain and waited until I was too small in the distance to make out. The feeling of packing, goodbyeing, and getting on that rib in gale winds was all so sickeningly complete. I did indeed see Inverie disappear like Brigadoon. Now
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Hey, here's an idea--why don't you come to Oxford on Friday? =D
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