monadh i could walk for hours still feeling the warmth of your words echo through the cavern of years 020201
mon we are feeling our lives through the sand 020617
superleni the edge of the world,
were civilisation meets nature in an abrupt i-stop-you-start immediacy.
so people come to stand and stare
and walk, suddenly in the other,
eyes full of the blue and the white, ears filled with the roar, toes touched by the granules, nostrils flaring for the sea spray scent.
and it tastes salty and clean, the water - and the air on your tongue.
i don't think they know it.
but that's why they love it.
what's it to you?
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