Sometimes, in mid-summer, when the wind is easterly,
the sea looks like a sheet of blue silk
unfurling over the sand.
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(tales from the birdgirl)
(tales from the birdgirl)
Sometimes, in mid-summer, when the wind is easterly,
the sea looks like a sheet of blue silk
unfurling over the sand.
What a lovely and serene sea. So calming.
Thanks, Eliza. This is a stunning time of the year on the coast 🙂
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