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Painted Stones
I found seven painted stones On a lonely August beach Whilst walking with you Arianne
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Alslash in Sand
The sea is within view I can see it in my rear view mirror She walks she has a special walk It is so attractive I can see her from the blue shallows Only liquid diamonds separate us
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Mike
I have lived in Ibiza for ten years My mother is English my father Spanish I am a mixed media sculptor named Mike Much of my work sells but not all Which can be rather frustrating I share a sandy beach side studio With a blonde artist named Watermelon Who also writes detective novels
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Watermelon
I have lived in Ibiza for ten years My mother is English my father Spanish I am an artist and a writer named Watermelon Some of my work sells but not all Which can be rather frustrating I share a sandy beach side studio With a mixed media sculptor named Mike
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Amaryllis Showering
Showering at my brothers house is great As long as his work wives do not show up He is an incredibly popular man educated and handsome But they do not see what I see in the wet room The lack of sponges soaps and perfumed gels hinder Towels are rare and face cloths totally impossible […]
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Capital Letters
Hi Anne Thank you for having me Deptford was so interesting Especially for a Canterbury girl What do you think Kit Would have made of it today Probably not much I would imagine Delia x Darling Deli I am so glad that you liked Deptford Ealing is bit of a mystery to me There at […]
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Greek Island
I am wearing my loose hippies Grace is sunbathing on the terrace Our villa overlooks the sea
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The Lake
We often camped near the lake In a rough but comfortable tent It was an idyllic place to stay
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Small Moments
Lucy and I are in Italy again We have rented a coastal villa With the most delicious of views There are two beds in the white room But we only use one as it faces the window Turns were suggested but we decided to share It is a most beautiful greeting late of dreams Nely
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Forgotten Churches
I spend much of my time Walking ancient paths I visit forgotten churches In bleak and obscure fields And listen to the music of the dead