Missives from the Sun

Sand-crusted and mellowed, I’ve sat down to try and write over the past few days and quickly abandoned these attempts. I sense the words have been spat out in the froth of the surf, subconsciously deemed inadequate – even unnecessary – as I’ve sat upon the warmed rocks, content just in absorbing the elements. I feel my edges being smoothed, rounded, beveled.

My, I’m glad we’ve taken holidays early.

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