Bosom Beach, January 2025

The smell of salt water, hot chips and battered fish fills the air. The sounds of my families laughter fills the air. I’ve got no shoes on, my feet covered in sand, I feel the grass beneath me.

I stare out over field. I suddenly feel lonely. I take this photo. My senses are flooded again, salty smells, sounds of love, and a connection to home beneath me, the lonely feeling is now fleeting.

I’m grounded again, and I’m feeling better.

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