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That Other Summer (2)
He stands by a loose turf of grass, gazing down at the shore, watching her sprint to the sea and dig her toes into the waves.
Laughing, she swims out towards a boat in the distance and plunges deep into the water.
She comes up drenched, and turns to face the cliff, her tangled hair covering her face, like seaweed.
She pushes her hair from her eyes and continues to stare.
He waves twice. She waves again and starts to swim back to shore.
And then, he climbs down the winding cliff path, to meet her on the sand.
Laughing, she swims out towards a boat in the distance and plunges deep into the water.
She comes up drenched, and turns to face the cliff, her tangled hair covering her face, like seaweed.
She pushes her hair from her eyes and continues to stare.
He waves twice. She waves again and starts to swim back to shore.
And then, he climbs down the winding cliff path, to meet her on the sand.
Published 23rd Feb 2019
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23rd Feb 2019 9:39pm
A visual adventure... Your talent for imagery is remarkable. Perhaps based on a real reminiscence of yours?
23rd Feb 2019 11:17pm
Thanks!
Not quite based on fact, as I've never spent more than a few weeks by the sea. I tend to "see things" in my mind and pretty much experience them.
Not quite based on fact, as I've never spent more than a few weeks by the sea. I tend to "see things" in my mind and pretty much experience them.
23rd Feb 2019 11:19pm
Thanks!
Not quite based on fact, as I've never spent more than a few weeks by the sea. I tend to "see things" in my mind and pretty much experience them.
Not quite based on fact, as I've never spent more than a few weeks by the sea. I tend to "see things" in my mind and pretty much experience them.
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- Edited 11th Dec 2020 6:45pm
27th Feb 2019 3:34pm
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