From where I’m sitting three roads meet.
Towards the sea
a wave
Towards a hill
reaches its peak
Towards the ancient town with its view of the landmark spire
ghost of a sunken church
Diana Webb
From where I’m sitting three roads meet.
Towards the sea
a wave
Towards a hill
reaches its peak
Towards the ancient town with its view of the landmark spire
ghost of a sunken church
Diana Webb
the other bunny 