The wind rages from the West across the main land filling sails sending the day from point to point tack, mainsail luff, “…come about…” a thought that never makes its way from brain wave to verbal vibration - all hands on deck a solo act when solitude is the destination of least resistance peace rises …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Trilby Yates 