Sunday 15th September

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Even though the sky overhead

Is covered in a blanket of grey

I know you’re up there somewhere

Surfing along the Milky Way

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Missing you always

Loving you forever

Thinking of you daily

Until we’re together

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Treasured Angel son

xxxxxx

Rock and seaweed exposed as the sea washes away the sand

Flat grey skies

Low tide in the harbour this afternoon

Grey and muggy