A few moments ago, I was swimming in the wild wanton sea -
Garlands of foam were hanging from my neck - my legs were roped with kelp -
My body is still tingling - I'm digging my toes into the warm fine sand -
I can hear the sound of the waves -
The tide is out - gulls are flying overhead -
Jay gave me this book as a present - I am treasuring each page -
The wind dries my salty hair -
My dark clothes lie heaped up beside me -
My watch is buried somewhere in the sand -
15.00
Thursday 10 September 2015
Middle Beach
Studland
Dorset
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