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i went with my parents to dunure this afternoon, a little coastal fishing village. they sat out in the beer garden and i wandered off to the harbour and the shingles and i rolled up my jeans and i said the lovesong of alfred j prufrock over and over again, silently, in my head -- i grow old, i grow old, i shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled.
i dipped my toes and feet in the rock-pools and the sun warmed my face and i watched a jellyfish, blooming and undulating.
i sat with my feet dangling over the edge and thought about jumping in and letting the water swallow me up whole.
i dipped my toes and feet in the rock-pools and the sun warmed my face and i watched a jellyfish, blooming and undulating.
i sat with my feet dangling over the edge and thought about jumping in and letting the water swallow me up whole.