That water is desirous, restless, and always forcing its way through us. Impudently furnishing space for feet and hooves, our movement from within its places. Even where it has been and is no longer, evidences promenade in identifiable fashion, eliciting understanding and complicit acceptance of its power. This wall, though tanned and parched, against my hands the waves mimic only one thing...a rushing, bowling, sliding wetness that screams "LIFE!"
Have you seen "To the Manor Born"? It's a britcom that I discovered on youtube. There are 3 seasons. It's wonderful!
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