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Catriona Keith

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To write one hundred hopeful words every day for one hundred days


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I wandered away from the others. I wanted to smile at things on my own. I took time to notice the lichen and the weird fungi, the horsetail ferns and the flowers I can’t name. A strange wee bird is following me. I think he’s a robin, although his breast isn’t yet red. I have a question for him.

If a Robin is really somebody’s soul, then who are you?

What have you come to tell me, and why now?

He sat on the bench beside me and said, here I am. The rest you already know.

Baby Robin, Abriachan Forest