Island Dreams

Dreamt of home last night.

Island dreams

Woke up missed the sound of the waves, the kiss of of the wind, the flavour of salt air on my lips.

Feeling the pull of the island, the woods, the river. The love.

Gerry and the river

4 thoughts on “Island Dreams

  • October 16, 2013 at 12:13 pm
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    Jack
    is smelling the scent of the cedars hitting his young nostrils right
    along there, as he paddles for the Point in a light West Wind! Man I
    envy those of you who grew up on that river!

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  • October 16, 2013 at 12:14 pm
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    AlexaClark Homesickness
    is high test nostalgia—the fuel for so much fine stuff that people
    produce–in art and music and in this electronic space. I would never
    want to lose the last vestiges of it ,that I manage to retain from some
    of the many great places in where I’ve lived.

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  • October 16, 2013 at 1:41 pm
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    It misses you too. We’ll get back there soon.

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