This morning we climbed up East Hill - we walked for a while upon the wind blown grass
- the old year was drawing to a close - tonight, zombie nurses, pirates and top gun pilots would carouse in Swanage -
I lagged behind the others - there they were, small precious figures under the sky, each one with their own thoughts, tender birds flying inside their heads -
11.30
December 31 2014
East Hill
Corfe
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