what the sea told me...
All lost things seem to drift down to the sea... And so did I...
Friday
And the songbird keeps singing like he knows the score...
...and I love you like never before.
quoting Fleetwood Mac.
Between the two seas the sea birds wing makes halt, wind-weary...
...while with lifting head he waits for breath...
- Anon
Tuesday
O Darling Sun, that You and I...
...had to ourselves the whole wide sky.
quoting FA Scott
Monday
Puppet Strings of Rain...
...Oh clouds please send them east...
Saturday
Through my Looking Glass...
Friday
Shadows of Sunrise...
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