The wind drove high waves across the bay -
No flaneurs loafed now on the promenade -
The Claw was silent in Funworld -
I sipped potent coffee with George in a steamy eatery -
My umbrella glistened with icy raindrops -
The year was coming to an end -
Invisible dear ones waited for me in a final garden -
15.01
Saturday 15 December 2018
Swanage
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