Pentecost

Jul 28, 2026

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The day the builders laid the cross beams for
the extension’s upstairs room, we rushed through
the opening to stand where no one yet
had ever stood before and looked out on
the world from a new perspective that felt
somehow unsteady as if it needed confirmation
by the repeated attendance of eyes.
The more the space was inundated
by a tide of bodies, however impermanent
the more the window seemed anchored in the wall
and with the certainty of glass the view became
habitual, somewhere raindrops fell against,
winds rushed past and the salt spray of
the sea, carried a mile inland, crystallised.

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