S wing ing. 1994.

“The long lingering, ocean mist is dissolved by the blistering sun.

And slowly the landscape comes out of its damp, heavy sleeping.

Swinging in my hammock and loosing myself in the crow caw and chicken cluck,

mixed with the dawn chorus of some more exotic birds.”

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