Chatting with my Dad
… had a nice long chat yesterday …
… about coastal erosion …
… it’s getting really bad along here …
… picnics on the beach near the white rock …
… and disappearing paths …
… and drinking from the “iron” stream …
my mother insisted
… and lovely views obscured by signs …
… and yes I know it’s a robin …
… but my dad always comes back to me as a robin …
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