Milk Sea\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Milk Sky <\/b><\/p>\n
The modern pier at Deal stood that day against the milky sea and the milky sky<\/p>\n
Robyn was standing next to the entrance of the pier<\/p>\n
She was holding a vintage American camera<\/p>\n
Each time the light changes I will capture it with my shutter <\/i><\/p>\n
That camera is so ancient that you will be lucky to capture anything <\/i><\/p>\n
Mark was a sitting and watching his American girlfriend as she adjusted her camera lens<\/p>\n
In the distance a ferry had just left Dover on its journey to Calais<\/p>\n
Mark turned and watched the ship as it made slow progress towards its destination<\/p>\n
Take a photograph of the ferry before it disappears from view <\/i><\/p>\n
Robyn lifted her camera high and took a photograph<\/p>\n
I can see the coast of France you know<\/i><\/p>\n
That is strange considering the light we have today <\/i><\/p>\n
The beginning of the continent <\/i><\/p>\n
Or the end of England <\/i><\/p>\n
Dover is the end of England <\/i><\/p>\n
I was referring to France <\/i><\/p>\n
Dover is not on the continent <\/i><\/p>\n
Obviously <\/i><\/p>\n
As she playfully argued with Mark<\/p>\n
Robyn accidently took another photograph<\/p>\n
See what you have made me do <\/i><\/p>\n
You were careless not me <\/i><\/p>\n
Although it was unknown to Robyn at the time her photograph had captured the very moment when the milk sea and the milk sky had parted to declare a solid horizon<\/p>\n
The ferry oblivious to this change had continued on its journey<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The Screaming Skull Stone <\/b><\/p>\n
I first met the screaming skull stone\u00a0in front of its weathered hut when visiting the beach<\/p>\n
As we waited for the tide to recede the stone invited me into its hut<\/p>\n
I accepted the invitation<\/p>\n
The hut itself was sparsely furnished with a number of pieces of bleached driftwood populating its two shelves<\/p>\n
Other items associated with the sea were carelessly spread around the hut<\/p>\n
Facing the door there was a framed print of Lucrezia Borgia by Bartolomeo Veneto<\/p>\n
I was quite surprised to see this mysterious painting hung so vividly<\/p>\n
She visits me often <\/i><\/p>\n
We sit here quite often watching the sea <\/i><\/p>\n
Tides in and tides out <\/i><\/p>\n
Have you ever asked her to explain the mysteries of the painting?<\/i><\/p>\n
No but she would remain silent on the subject if I asked her <\/i><\/p>\n
I have always found the painting very odd <\/i><\/p>\n
What is the significance of the flowers?
\n<\/i><\/p>\n
Why is her left breast exposed?<\/i><\/p>\n
And what of the cross that dangles loosely from her slim neck?<\/i><\/p>\n
I know as much as you do perhaps less <\/i><\/p>\n
Will she ever visit you when I am here? <\/i><\/p>\n
No <\/i><\/p>\n
Why? <\/i><\/p>\n
Because she fears assassins <\/i><\/p>\n
But she trusts you<\/i><\/p>\n
Perhaps it is because I have her likeness within my hut <\/i><\/p>\n
I visit the screaming skull stone on certain days and on the days that I am far away I am aware that the stone is often visited by Lucrezia Borgia \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
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