with excerpts from Matchbox 20, and gratitude to a couple I've never met... yet
The jetty lights stare back at me like paralleled impressionistic stabs across the watery canvas of the bay, dotted I's of differing lengths shining in the soft rippled blackness. Mitch is slapping his guitar across the road behind me as I scribble, singing songs with his girlfriend - they're from another bay miles away. They're so sweet the two of them, singing, "the way I love you".
In the foreground the fronds on the lower branch of a Norfolk curl out in every direction reminding me of the beauty of this place I love and call home. And they're singing, "it's 3 a.m., and I must be lonely", and I'm not, and it's 10 p.m., "and she says Baby..."
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Written on 2009-04-17 at 16:36
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Impressions
The jetty lights stare back at me like paralleled impressionistic stabs across the watery canvas of the bay, dotted I's of differing lengths shining in the soft rippled blackness. Mitch is slapping his guitar across the road behind me as I scribble, singing songs with his girlfriend - they're from another bay miles away. They're so sweet the two of them, singing, "the way I love you".
In the foreground the fronds on the lower branch of a Norfolk curl out in every direction reminding me of the beauty of this place I love and call home. And they're singing, "it's 3 a.m., and I must be lonely", and I'm not, and it's 10 p.m., "and she says Baby..."
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Written on 2009-04-17 at 16:36
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