I could see nothing really around that had captured this woman's gaze...Perhaps she was locked into her own private dreams...invisible to others...on the pier— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 17, 2020
tarrying over
other old journeys
can mean
missing the boat#tanka #MayTanka #NaTankaMo #5lines pic.twitter.com/Xa21k14eHl
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Sunday, 17 May 2020
on the pier...
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