
So small do I stand of soft grey waves
The gentle whisper of many voices as it reaches the shore
Choices I made washed out to sea
On my walk through to town I see
Continue reading at Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie

So small do I stand of soft grey waves
The gentle whisper of many voices as it reaches the shore
Choices I made washed out to sea
On my walk through to town I see
Continue reading at Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie
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