Being on the island was affecting me more than I thought it would. I had always had a lot of control over my life and my days. But here I was, in their hands, working at their speed and as they saw fit. I was having to learn to be smaller and more malleable. This slow day by the fire, a day of listening, was quite unlike my normal life. The clock on the wall had stopped and no one cared. We were now governed by the rain, the clouds passing over, whatever the seabirds were doing, and the endlessly changing light. But above all it was the tides that dominated our waking hours. The island
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