The Road to Skara Brae

Time on my hands

Who knew? In some ways, life on the streets was easier than this fucked up shit. I mean, I wouldn’t change being a mother and in love for anything, but, back then, I didn’t care as much. I have lost so much, but gained much more. Who knew that a street hacker from LA would end up attempting to help organize a community in 1830’s Scotland. Digging in the dirt seems to have cleansed me from my former life. It doesn’t hurt that my mate is so sexy, either. Glad I made this notebook. I will write more later. Baby is crying.

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