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Across the estuary

Her panting breath shoes away the wasps that gather here every summer

Like the mammoths that once roamed these estuaries and waterways

Time itself evolves around the tides and the footprints we leave.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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