On Wheels
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The Feel of Flesh and Steel
On the next table a family talk about lockdown haircuts. The air thick with salt invites me to slow and savour. It's misty autumn now, and I crave solitude again. Today the paths are filled with efficient, well-clad walkers. When the path empties of walkers for a moment, she remembers the first beach she slept on alone in Scotland. As darkness fell there, with the promise of undiscovery, the beach got louder and closer until it was all consuming.
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