A note of thanks to those who sent photos. The response to my plea was overwhelming! I’m always open to quirky or intriguing shots. Send them to firstname.lastname@example.org. 😉
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Thanks to dear Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Ceayr for the photo
We travel to lose
Our old wise selves
Fall in love again
Moon silvered waves ripple in the evening air, a place beguiling, otherworldly.
I could stay here, cease to search, a lone traveller. Have I found my new home? Or shall I go to the village where white squat houses line up beside the tideless sea, where the sun catches on the dome of the white church, where the sand is soft ?
How will I know ? Am I old and wise, will I fall in love again? Maybe I’ll find just one more place that meets my dream.