I learn to be here, becoming,
as each riding curl of water,
rolls towards my toes
and retreats.
Nothing stays the same here
– liminal layered space/ place
Black Sea – Sea black.
Night is my skin …
These sands must testify
for the desires of the masters
and yet I stand here breathing
not doubting my back toes
digging in, claiming healing
Living Wild Studios 
Just thinking about the shape of these 30 poems you’re focused on and remembering your photographs with text, which I still have; some of these new poems would fit into some of your photos – and possibly your art pieces.
Just a thought! X
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Yes I see what you mean Maggie. It’s an idea. Just focused on completing the month first and then will have time abs space to step back and assess what to keep and develop. But I’m doing it and that’s the main thing.
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