I can’t seem to stop this morning. Some days are more inspiring than others, I suppose. And I’ll want to delete or at least edit all these posts by the end of the day. But I haven’t posted for a while, so I’m making up for lost time
My excuse on this occasion is that Kate posted a picture of the ocean along with a beautiful poem about its power.
And the ocean has always called to me. If it calls to you too then feel free to hold my hand …
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I poke my toe beyond the sand
To where I hope to understand
That everything thing, it ebbs and flows
Everything. It comes and goes
The water’s deep. The river flows
The ocean holds what no-one knows
Nothing certain. Nothing planned
Come swim with me. Come take my hand.
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Richmond Road 
I’m holding it!
Thanks for the link 🙂
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That’s a beautiful poem! It might entice me into the ocean, even despite the high number of killer sea creatures you have there! 😮
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Yes, but that is why I am impressed with anyone who would take my hand for such an expedition. It shows real commitment in the face of great personal danger.
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I love the ocean! If I could afford it, I’d live 17 miles further west, at the beach.
I like your poem too, shall I take your other hand? Kate already took one…
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I can find a hand for everybody.
Yes, I was raised by the beach and took all my holidays by the beach. Now we live with no beach in sight. Go figure ….
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Oohh, that’s a brilliant piece! I’ll come and hold your hand tightly!
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