“To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving

Loving and Leaving them for 32 years
“To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving
The night was soft and thick and black and warm as velvet, silky on my skin, smelling of iodine and salt and crepe myrtle and