Saturday 15 October 2011: I walked ...
... and walked and walked.
And then I walked some more.
And the wind was fierce and calling out: come fly away to sea with me.
But I said; I've lost my wings
I'm stuck here on the ground.
Do you ever feel like you were something else in a former life? Stormy weather always wakes up the seagull in me.
I would have liked to go to South Haven, but stuff needed doing. The Hatchery it was then, and I was happily blown to pieces :)
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