My little wendyhouse, down the back of Internet's garden, behind the oak trees and stinging nettles... beyond the rabbit hole, take a left at the village of Cottingley Fairies. Bring your own tea cup.
Monday, 25 April 2016
NAPoWriMo #7 - Sea
The river finds a path to the sea
Regardless of the turn of clouds
or the distance of the shore.
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