Sitting on an always-unused bench
Peering though the untamed undergrowth
At the mighty ocean below, and-far-away
Battleship gray sky merges ocean like my left brain onto my right
It was - until now - a technology free weekend of recuperation
And a smattering of pages from a bland book
Lots of coffee too; fine French vanilla flavour from The Waterberry, last week
And, yesterday, three writers meet at The Edge, also over coffee and smoked salmon, passion and The Artist's Way
Then to church, and the night
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