A yacht with red sails was anchored before Old Harry - two herring gulls flew low over the dunes - the sky was a Paul Klee blue -
Soon the quiet waves would wash away those names - the paws of plodding Labradors would smooth away the entangled initials of young lovers -
Our long shadows followed us over the sand - the sun sank lower in the sky - the light became golden, each heartbeat more precious -
I thought of all those names, etched by sandy fingers, saying to the world - here we are - this moment will live forever -
16.45
February 8 2015
Knoll Beach
Studland
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