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West Sands, late afternoon in winter (Free verse) by Nicholas Jones I feel as if I am nowhere,
As if I am the space around my own body
And even that is barren.
The view out to the estaury
Reminds me of myself
And that I am barely here -
Just surrounded by
Sky beach and sea.
I look at my reflection
In the moving waters,
And laugh at the idea
Of jumping in after myself.
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