"Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea!"

[Saturday 6th October 2018] 


 This song has been haunting me ever since I first heard it a few weeks ago. It feels right that yesterday is encapsulated in this song. Acceptance and recognition that it is time for change. 

 [The title of this post is from part IV of 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' by Samuel Taylor Coleridge]

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