Memoirs of a Life Unlived

Just as shingle at ebb tide is troubled less and less by smother, glisten, froth, so we view the damage after each fresh storm, anticipate the sun, the sea far off. Alternative version: Just as shingle at ebb tide is troubled less and less by smother, glisten, froth, so we view the damage after every storm, anticipate the sun, the sea far off

You hate the blank - hate its block weight, significance. When ink hits white the freedom goes and all that might you'll never know. And that's the rub - push all you like it just won't shift. There's God to thank for things like this.

They found him in the river, dead; within a week they'd caught her. This proves - her counsel gravely said -  his allergy to water.

Find elusive muse drunk alongside va va voom looking at the stars.