Monday, May 18, 2009

Grey's Beach, early in the morning. I got up and did my yoga then wandered there before my hostess was out of bed. Passed a jogger on the cemetery road but it was just me and the lonely seagull on the post to the left at the beach. The silence was incredible, even the water was quiet. And those hot fushia flowers below were so beautiful. I remember not wanting to leave, but my breakfast was calling.

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