Salute The Magpie

I try to picture you in old age, your black beard bristled silver. Near Druidstone Beach, we sit on our bench, the wood salt-bleached and time-worn. Its lichen flakes at the lightest touch, and we watch the August sunlight fade beyond the ancient drystone wall.   I imagine us with a bag of beers at […]

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