I let everyone know your love for me.And with your existence first and foremost in my life, I promise you, I will write this story. 

With all my soul full of feeling. I will write with blood and with ink made of the sea; of the times we have walked along the cliffs of Rhosilli with the lambs. 

It’s where the sky arcs, meeting the water running northward to the Atlantic. 

It’s where there are days you can’t tell where the sky begins or the ocean ends; where there are miles of sandy beaches start and where the sand dunes never end. 


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