We were camped at some beach location in West Wales, perhaps near St David’s, and it was early and I was awake. Wide awake. And so I made my way, alone, down to the ocean. […]
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Ghosts
I am haunted by the dead, by the living. I am haunted by those that have never been. I see glimpses in the shadows, hear voices in running water. I prepare for sleep with the […]