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A time, a place

Manning Point

I walked your sands

Felt your stones underfoot

Stood in wonder at their colours and patterns

I saw eagles glide in your wide expanse

And sensed myself flying with them

I listened for your roar

And watched as your breakers sent foam to my toes

I looked out upon your horizon

And witnessed the immense endlessness of beauty

Was at home in its calm and in its fury.


I was here with her

Just us,

And sometimes with the dogs,

Our kisses were passionate and full of heart

We embraced what there was

A full life waited


Manning Point is a "wild" beach or strand a few kilometres long on the mid north coast of New South Wales. I went there in November 2015 to say goodbye and when driving away these words came so I wrote them down.

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