There I was, watching the waves roll in. And out. In. And out. Watching the moon, breathing, through the rain. The fury of the thunder and the glory of an unearthly light.
My mum bought some Wensleydale cheese with blueberries in it, and it was so not good. She also however bought almond butter and pineapple slices so guess what I'm having for lunch tomorrow.
There will come a day when the sun does not appear in the east. And the oceans will rise and swallow the land once more, and the trees will tear up their roots and gently float away.
Search the water on that day for a small yellow sailboat, and you may find me there, whistling softly, the sea stretching on to eternity in every direction.
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