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The sailor cannot see the North, but knows the Needle can. Downsized and beachcombing. You can find me here: linktr.ee/marlinhoister

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Telling the bees. The old custom of keeping the bees informed and hanging a mourning cloth over the hive so as to avoid ill-luck or losing the hive.

“Telling the Bees” https://t.co/U2e7VD62IB

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2022-09-10

Once upon a time (wind cool, air floating) stepped into a sunrise gathering in a bright moment. Listening to the lullaby rolling of the sea. Here, in meter, rhythm, sound, is our essence. My eyes translate everything and nothing. Woven in ribbons of sunlight I tread the path home

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2022-08-06

August 2nd 5.30am
Window on the sea
A wildness in the wind. Rain soaked grasses. Glimpses of blue between cloud filled greys. Watching the sky to see where the light falls. Wondering what stillness can carry the flow and crease of surface tension. Another day of blurred hours.

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2022-08-02

July 25th 4.30am
Window on the sea
Moonwalking. Taking my time, dogs snuffling, blades of grass faded, watching the last of the night blend into the first light of dawn. Sea calm, gulls gliding, a sense of the freedom of the weather, summer, the harmony of all things.

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2022-07-25

July 24th 6.15am
Window on the sea
Late out into wind and rain. Grey, but distances hold a promise of brighter later. Water moving against its reflective skin. Gulls squalling on the chimney pots, the rocks, the breakwater, against the dim bulb of sunrise colouring the distances.

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2022-07-24

“I am looking out across the North Sea on a calm day. The surface of the sea is like a covering of grey skin, breathing softly in and out.”

Reading Time Song : Searching for Doggerland by Julia Blackburn

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2022-07-20

July 20th 5.30am
Window on the sea
Early morning. Sunrise. Down to the shore again. A breeze wrapped around our shoulders. Birds flying high. Sky lit and earth covered with the light from beyond the sea. Liquid space. The story of the beginnings of things.

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2022-07-20

July 18th 5.00am
Window on the sea
A hushed and breathless morning. The mellow, distinct "poo ee" of the ringed plovers are the first sounds to greet us. The silver-soft sea rippling saltwater tears on the sands as we thread the pathways amongst the drying grasses.

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2022-07-18