… Out of the drizzle and the fog they come boys dressed up like soldiers though they’re more like the hands that wind around a clock. Out of the Scotch mist’s chilly smoke and the cry of gulls they stop … Continue reading

… Out of the drizzle and the fog they come boys dressed up like soldiers though they’re more like the hands that wind around a clock. Out of the Scotch mist’s chilly smoke and the cry of gulls they stop … Continue reading
…… … ……Like all of human kind the rocks along ……the narrow beach are all somewhat alike ……yet each entirely different. We ……pick them up, Honey and I, searching for ……the ones we want, the ones that touch us. They … Continue reading