All at sea

The wind sounds like waves crashing against this fragile shore. A crescendo of sound then the whish that is the falling on battered rocks.  This house is a boat in the dark, my bed the life raft. I am still safe.

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4 comments

    1. Thank you so much. It’s all thanks to the river of stones project ariverofstones.blogspot.com I would not have been doing it otherwise. I just say what comes into my head. I will have a look at your blog to see when you do!

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