Here I am on a boat
his heavy guy jacket
hanging over my head
I find an anchor
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Heavy, gritty, bone solid. You could write a thousand poems and yet I wonder if they could shed more light upon Noarh than these words do.
Sometimes it's a flower, sometimes it's a sunset, sometimes it's a man. Underlying it all is unspeakable gratitude for the preciousness of it all. Thank you Edmund