Part 13

February, 2017

 

I know nothing changes. Nothing grows.

The sloping hills that give way to sudden

drop cliffs and there the clear blue seas fade

seamlessly into the horizon. I

know nothing changes. Nothing grows.

Polaris and Cassiopeia still

dance in the sky, never growing old. I

know nothing changes. The hovering

bronze buzzards stalking rabbits sharing

the sky with steel capped seagulls chasing

battered fish and chips. Nothing grows.

Rossilli beach and the thousand steps

walk down to it, cut into the cliff side –

the forest path leading down to the beach.

 

Pervious

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