Red baubles hang from the branches -
I'm listening to Vieux Farka Toure -
At the end of the tree lined avenue, waves break upon the windswept beach -
Soon I'll leave the house made for summer -
I'll drive to the small house in Staunton Road -
My watch will fall from my wrist -
My mum will put on her blue jacket -
Someone will be here soon she'll say -
13.20
Saturday 24 December 2016
Hayling Island
Hampshire
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