Wednesday, 25 April 2018

an imprint out of place was a moment in time...lost to rest of the world...every footprint short-lived, a breeze knowing to deform the print. And then something would come along and make a new inprint in the sand, unaware of having smudged the previous markings into oblivion.
Lost be proof of previous passers it animal, human or inanimate object....maybe a wheelburrow carting goodies down the road.
A whole story of events and happenings ...a deciphering of what may have past.
Now...with my bottom firmly planted in the soft sand...wearing fishnets...i wonder will anybody know to decipher that imprint...?... so out of the ordinary, so out of place. RB.

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