Stories From The South Coast

Running across a deserted South Coast beach on a rainy November day is the stuff my dreams are made of. It’s these sort of stories I want to fill the pages of my life with. Stories from a Happy Place The wind is strong, I can feel it pushing back. Leaning against it, I feel it holding me up. The resistance making me know what it means to actually touch the world, to be in it. To be a part of the invisible forces that keep the world spinning. The sea is crashing, it’s the only thing that I can…

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