It was gone in an instant, smelling our scent -
I saw its magical shape for less than two heartbeats -
It floated above the field as though it were in a painting by Marc Chagall -
The ripening wheat left no trace of its passing -
Behind us were the sands of the wide bay -
Clouds darkened the sky -
The sea was a pale blue road to Lindisfarne -
14.17
Tuesday 27 July 2017
South of Budle Bay
Northumberland
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