Tuesday, 2 August 2011

four. (the tide)

In the evening I watched the sun set over the rising tide. When I was trying to fall asleep in my hotel room I realised that when you breathe in and out it sounds a bit like the waves. I stood by the edge and watched my sand filled boots get soaked by sea water. I smelt the seaweed. I wrote letters.





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