At the Fringe
We spent this weekend up the coast, that place of sunshine and fresh air and twinges of heartache. It's hard to be in a place that reminds you so much of a person, and yet, being there you feel closer to them than you do otherwise. You remember the moments you had, but also the moments you'll never have.
It's lonely, and peaceful.
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Nelle was off on her scooter, Robbie jogging behind, and I was sitting on the grass looking across Pumicestone Passage feeling those strange combined feelings of sadness and happiness when I saw them. Just on the fringes of the water, along the rocks that I'd never paid attention to before - the crabs. Living their own little lives in the space between here and there,
and they were just what I needed.
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Amanda xx
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