By Chris (Zippy) Lougheed
100 kilometres radius of loneliness surrounds me. I sit quietly as my pen strokes create a beautiful sonata backed by the crashing waves. Words flow from my hand, keeping me company as I weep from their power. Here in my cove the words try and bring her back to me in the oceanic metaphor. Still 100 kilometres of loneliness surround me and my words.


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