the White Stone - Page 206



the White Stone
page 206
I
t all folds down. Back into that little white stone I
picked up on the beach. White, opaque and now
strangely silent. It has gone back to what it was before.
What was that all about.?
It just kept on giving. So many times I though I had got to the end
and then something else came along. Then to go back over it,
again and again, so that it would all fit together.
Feedback here if anyone would like to:
whitestone@mediahebrides.co.uk

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