Hasina, Pennant 820

Waves When I was very small, I went to the beach with my family. I was looking at the pebbles and found a brightly coloured red one. As I was walking, I dropped it without knowing. When I realised it had gone, I was sad. My grandpa looked for it all day but never found it. Great Yarmouth is a tough place to live with pockets of joy. I wish our ties and bonds with others could become stronger and go into the future together to repair what has been broken and lost. The cold light of the waves calls out to me. From far away in time and distance. From love and persistence. An eclipse that trips down my face. The sound of a all things ending.