Grey Muse
The nowness of everything
Friday, 18 September 2015
We would be lifted up by wings of foam ...
We sat cross legged upon the beach, next to the turquoise sea -
I forgot for a while our worries about my parents -
Anne and I considered leaping into the dazzling waves -
We would swim towards the arch, lifted up by wings of foam -
12.00
Friday 18 September 2015
Durdle Door
Purbeck
Dorset
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