An expanse of hours
an evening stretching open
like a mouth
cool breath
no,
cold
.
Watching the gulls
amid the old hotels
and new, so obviously
not homes
.
Anywhere
just anywhere else
but here
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
Quisiera volar…. lovely to hear from you C! x
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How I long to hear you read this!
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