There can be times when I feel very much connected to Emily Dickenson... She tuned to outside landscapes without ever actually being there...except through her own inner landscape...on my rocky headland— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 12, 2020
by little known seas
I feel at one with
raw colours and
timeless songlines #tanka https://t.co/Cz7O9vxQoZ
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Friday 12 June 2020
on my rocky headland...
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