down by the tide-line
you me and larks
seal watching
Larks ascend in spirals by the shore. They disregard us. Long-whiskered seal slate-grey leans back into a wave.
you me we
down by the tide-line
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Remembering an evening by the harbour on Holy Island.
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BIRDSONG
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