By John Steele

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There is a quietness to rural Scotland that has nothing to do with silence. It is the quiet of time stretching out—not rushing forward as in cities but expanding like the rings of a tree. On a mild September morning, Fraser Howie is gathering pears from a tree beside his house. It is the same tree that, when he first arrived, yielded nothing. The work is simple and absorbing. A few years ago, he was managing financial flows across Asia; now he is tending to soil and branches.

Howie’s transformation is not an act of withdrawal but of reorientation.

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