Climbing the steps up to the Abbey, I left behind the narrow harbour, the crooked yards -
Attic windows were open to the gaze of seagulls -
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I knew that I was one of many, wearing down once more the patient stone -
We climbed upwards, those who could be seen, and those who were invisible -
10.10
Monday 31 July 2017
Whitby
Yorkshire
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