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On Iona

Charlotta Buxton
May 13
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On the white sandy beach on Iona I sat with my sleeping son on my lap and the earth hummed beneath us. This was an ancient place, this was a sacred place. Earlier we had walked around the abbey where people had prayed and worshipped and fought for a thousand years and my son who was tired as it had already been a big day wasn’t interested in being quiet…

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