At Joe's ...

We ate Ocean's brownies after our walk on Ballard Down - 

At the next table, city dwellers wore waxed jackets - 

Quiet waves stirred delicate shells - 

A small dog explored a dark necklace of seaweed - 

The pale sea reflected the light of the hidden sun - 

High above the bay, upon the windswept path, we'd kept company with our memories - 

Beneath our feet were flints and shining bones - 

Beautiful clouds filled the sky - 

Walking with us were our precious shadows, each one now warm, full of colour, each one redeemed, forgiven - 

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Sunday 1 January 2016

Joe's Cafe

South Beach

Studland

Dorset