Francisca
Traditional Wier
Arriving at Porlock Weir in the last sunny moment of the day, I had a funny feeling, the kind you feel when you discover something unexpectedly beautiful and traditional. I knew the sun would last a bit longer, and I wanted to to do a days activities in the 10 minutes I had left: I got out and locked the car, walked to the edge of the beach, threw stones into the sea, I took off my shoes, I found a stone that I liked, inspected it and put it in my pocket. I went running. I crossed the wooden pier where I saw a father and son fishing, the sun was an orange fruit. The chimneys smoked. I don't know
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