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May 2017
I have been given permission
to sit in the sea
to be bathed in bliss
and play in the waves
as they wash over me
to stare in the face of reality
but what do I do?
I sit in the sand
holding handfuls of grains
watching them slip away
through my hands
back in the sand
one by one
until the setting of the sun


Sean Hunt  May 2017
Sean Hunt
Written by
Sean Hunt  Windermere, Cumbria
(Windermere, Cumbria)   
140
   --- and James
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