I wrote, recorded and posted this piece twelve years ago.  Nobody commented.  So I thought I’d try again!

Let me read it to you …

I sense silence. Yet all around I hear the sounds of nature.  The shingle crackles and grates under my feet, the rhythmic whoosh of the waves fills my ears and the shrieking of a hundred gulls gives a voice to the deserted shoreline.

Here I am alone.  Yet my companion, this hidden secret beach, is here to wrap me in splendid seclusion.  I am alone but I share my very being with the raw edge of nature.

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