Just beyond the cliffs where once we looked out, yearning to know it all, now the head flowers a cloud of dandelion-white, prepared to scatter at a breath over sands into the next tide.
Wash
Up and out
Up and out
Just beyond the cliffs where once we looked out, yearning to know it all, now the head flowers a cloud of dandelion-white, prepared to scatter at a breath over sands into the next tide.