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In the cold dark of winter’s night, for one week each year, the shapeless black predator drags itself from the sea to feed.
Today, we scattered the ashes of my uncle on his favourite beach. I will miss him but even so know that he has, at long last, found peace….
Every night when you go to sleep you have a vivid dream that you are struggling to stay above the water of a slightly choppy sea with no…
Tell us the story of this image. Who is the girl with the guitar and what does she think about that ladder?