A low-lying mist creeps across the shore, Lit by the sun, a gauzy radiant balm. Gentle clink and creak of boats at anchor – Rhythmic percussion of a wind that’s calm. Silver as mercury, the Thames flows fast On its way to the seam of sea and sky, Stitched up with silhouettes of sails and […]
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