Waves, by Baby Rio

A wave is the measure of some windy pulse, .. an oceanic punch,.. the  thriftless child of some distant tempest … wandering to the shore, lost to violence.

About petebowes

old boy, living in the hills west of byron bay, used to be many things ..
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