:: sheep tracks :: its a tidal river, the sea water comes in to the bridge, where they used to build boats. the river full and still, mid flow, i watched and looked early, i noted the sheep tracks where we run, parallel.
'don't jump', he said, as if i would, the grave digger, grinning, ' happy new year' and the same to you, angel. 4 years ago, i may have jumped, after you buried him.
its those like you, that see the beauty of the river, where the seal comes to play, and the tide goes up to the bridge.
so we laugh and wave, and go on our way up to the bridge.
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