smells of dreams swept out to sea
on the ebbing tide
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The fisherman’s hut
smells of dreams swept out to sea on the ebbing tide
Robert P. Bishop
23/10/2022 04:17:37 am
Hi Jim...thanks for reading, and for the thoughtful, and insightful, remark about atmosphere. Appreciate both...Robert
Sue Clayton
22/10/2022 03:37:29 am
The smell of the sea and long ago catches of fish carried from the sea on this tide of words.
Robert P. Bishop
23/10/2022 04:19:39 am
Hi Sue...thanks for reading and for the comment. Appreciate both. Ah, there is something about the sea that calls to all of us...Robert
Mimi Grouse
22/10/2022 05:38:34 am
This makes me feel nostalgic. Well done.
Robert P. Bishop
23/10/2022 04:22:07 am
Hi Mimi...thanks for reading and for the kind comment. Appreciate both...Robert
Marjan Sierhuis
23/10/2022 01:21:48 pm
Thought-provoking. Nicely done.
Robert P. Bishop
24/10/2022 05:27:29 am
Hi Marjan...thanks for reading and for the kind remarks. Appreciate both...Robert Comments are closed.
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