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Sea view with invisible woman
Monday, February 20, 2006

Like a dog let off the lead she runs around the beach trying to take it all in with one last glimpse before it all goes dark one last look at the sea the light on the waves delicate the colours a perfect blend of dove grey sand bleached wood and a deep marine blue - these are my favourite colours some early memory of Burnham swimming before I could walk in Egypt the sound of water the most elemental restorative music I know. The air is so sweet so fresh the birds stand up to their ankles in the waves looking out to sea racers on their starting blocks poised for flight.
Footprints in the sand which you are scared to follow - they take you into a cave which has been prepared for you - holds some dark knowledge for you alone - a set of symbols only you can interpret - the paper nylon petticoat, the doll's house, the wedding ring, the shoe bearing the shape of his foot, the baby's dress, the keys to a Peugeot 309.
If this were a movie, you are watching the final scene the enigmatic ending when the main character wanders out of view and the camera self-importantly takes in the splendid sea vista - she is small, insignificant her story melts into the eternal ocean. She's gone. She was never here.
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