My Dream of Par Beach
My Dream of Par Beach
I get off the train at Par station or maybe I’ve slept there overnight in an Airbnb or something. I get on the bus or more likely I walk. As I dance more and more and as the barriers to being able to walk around outside freely dissolve so I can do the walk. I walk down to the beach.
It is absolutely empty. There is nobody there. Maybe it’s dawn or maybe the tourists haven’t found it yet
But for some reason I am on my own
Absolute peace
Absolute silence
And I can just be
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| Not in Cornwall but in the Lake District |

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