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Oct 2016
Sitting here feels like I am home. Cold and hard beneath me,tossed for eons . Colours a plenty and of different sizes, meters deep are the pebbles.
        The aroma of salt,and the tang of it on my lips and fingers. As nature intended our behemoth briny seas to be ..so much greatness and potency. Always respect the insurmountable greatness she has.. Never underestimate..

      Moonlight now dripping , reflections changing. Fusion of sounds from my iPod...influence from the music and nostalgia,I deliberate the power of free thought. So much to 'get' realise and ponder.
Thank you for your warmth, your  gentle breezes and immense winds. So many seas, streams with life a plenty swimming and splashing.
  Tall ones,short ones, trees are just the best.. As we breath out they they inhale our toxin.. As they breath out, we breath in their exhale..
Some of us humans feel sad that greed and ingnorance are slowly choking and ******* you up..
Lisa Pike
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Lisa Pike  Surrey. UK
(Surrey. UK)   
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