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Read Poem: Swimming Backwards by Mark Mayes

The cold no longer mattered. The sun was sinking into the sea. Tan cliffs watched us. The stony beach, emptied of middle-aged couples, dogs, us. The cold no longer mattered. The soft falling, or the sudden drop into the necessary … Continue reading

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