The New Flow

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Walked down to the river shore this afternoon to calm my head.

An ebb tide, about as far out as can be.

Mudflats, shell banks, strewn rocks exposed.

And layered and eroded sandstone, captured in this photo and then subjected to some post-production flight of fancy.

Something bright, molten and fluid resulted.

It brought to mind, and to life, a poem I wrote a while back ( I don’t write many) and posted here:  Bond / Flow

This is for those who have ever lost hope.

Peace,Andy L.

 

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