a small piece in this world, i float in a sea of uncertainty. seabirds pass by - heading towards their evolutionary-trained life directions. i am but a small idle piece left - heedless and needful. above i yearn for the sullen clouds to pent. at the very least, allow my wearied self to be kissed by god's golden pecks.
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puffin by skomer island | wales
june 2015
