The Shape She Took in Silence
The first thing Eleanor MacLeod noticed, in her third month on North Ronaldsay, was that she had stopped dreaming in English. This was not a decision she had made. It was a mutation, a change in the basic structure of her inner life that she discovered one morning when she woke with the taste of salt in her mouth and Gaelic phrases running through her mind like a tune she could not stop...
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