Beside the seaside

Beside the sea. The salty, sonorous sea that comes in faster than a horse can gallop across the treacherous bay.

Up early and late to bed. Conjuring with words and music and beautiful mysteries made of light.

We sit in the dark; we spin and sigh and sneeze with the dust.

Strong coffee. A birthday cake with candles. Chips and a fish, and a sugary donut. Chips and a fish and a show.

Tonight we shall eat an octopus.

 

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