Thursday, 10 January 2013

day ten

at dusk a sudden  raw and  bone bleaching wind 
ushers in an ethereal symphony 
of high running seas and wheeling gulls
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  1. Maggie Grace11 January 2013 at 01:33

    Sounds like the Mistral we experienced in Avignon. Your words are like exquisite music.

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