If I could stem the flow of time;Could halt the fading of a flower;Let effervescence bubble in my handTrace comet tails through a meteor shower;Oh to see her run again along the sand;Over dunes to plunge to the turquoise sea;Salt fresh,in wind-flapped ears and tail;To walk, to run,to be free.
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Ruth Partridge 