Fresh southerly winds
Sandblasted salty hair
Hiding behind dunes
Stirring up memories
Sandy toes wriggling
Salty tears fall
Slowly and rhythmically
Moving like tides
Returning home refreshed.
My Heart’s Home
I'm a lover of creativity and movement, expressed through photography, words, travel and sports.
Life at No. 22 
Wow… Photo and poem — or ode. 😀
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Ok, it can take the title of a ode as it’s writer still has her learning wheels on the poetic cycle.
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Reflecting seaside susurration
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Thanks, Derrick.
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Hope you’re ok x
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Thanks for asking, Cathy. Yes, I am. The words just tumbled out, and that was the result 😊
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Good to know, it’s a lovely verse 😊
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Beautiful!
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Beautiful, both words and photo. I love the shifting moods, Suzanne 🤗🩵
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Thanks Jo, I hope you’re enjoying Rome which must be very busy compared to your patch in Portugal.
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Very! Home today 😁🩵
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Sometimes it’s good to be enveloped in an environment that matches your mood. The universe understands.
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It certainly does, and the beach is my happy place. I replied a week ago though the comment was not connected to yours.
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Ah! I see.
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It certainly does, and the beach is my happy place.
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This is fabulous Suzanne, both your photo and words. 💗
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Thanks very much, Miriam, much appreciated.
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