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The island is not like other places. He has a different heartbeat. I felt it the first time I went out onto the black rocks on the shore, and something deep inside me knew that I was home. Even if I had never been here before, could not even pronounce the names of the villages, it did not matter. It was the end of the journey and its beginning.
Last night, the moon was full and bright and pushed into the bedroom, as if there was not enough room for it outside. She shrank between the half-closed curtains and lay on the bed until the duvet was heavy and hot on my legs, and I had to get up. There are no street lamps to interrupt nights or to confuse the birds. When it is light, we rise and leave for our work, and when it is dark, we sleep. Only not dark. Not when the full moon turns the whole world into a bright green color, so even my eyelids glow, and I just need to give up and go downstairs and into the yard, barefoot, like a child, to see it. On such nights, the moon is a large round grapefruit that hits the middle of the sky, and the seal is a green soup. Black hills, not yet softened by summer foliage, as sharp as broken teeth. Owls walk and hunt in the dark, and somewhere there, on the shore, oysters are called into insane trills that rise from silence, quickening my own heart, and then, just as quickly, falling into the night.
A small burn falls on a slope and disappears under the road, where it falls into a deep pool. I throw my potato peels in this pool. Old bones too. And crab shells when we are lucky enough to eat a crab. Sending it back to the sea is what I say, as I thank you.
Once I found a tup, a young ram, turned over in a burn. He was too heavy, and the harp was too narrow for him to understand himself, and what I saw at first was his four hooves protruding right behind the chaos of the blackberry. The water cleared over his nose, and his eyes were wide open. I wondered how long he had struggled to raise his head, to say that he was alive. They needed to pull up, with chains and an excavator. I saw him riding a trailer, legs still firm, meant for a big hole in the ground.
I drink my last tea and tiptoe back to the top.