strange
to feel a longing
for a place one has never been
to yearn for
the chilly spray of the sea
on my face
ears keen
for the angry crashing of waves
breaking over dark shingle below
to pull tighter my knit sweater
around hunched shoulders
i have the need
to stand on the rolling heath
of a rocky crag
wild, foreign wind
tossing my hair
where are you?
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