How the sky danced with cirrus clouds as the sun rose. The story was I was about 15 and my pals were ‘camping’ down the beach. I joined, faked a call to mum that I was staying at a pal’s - she didn’t believe me, I stayed out anyway - and she was absolutely raging. We danced on the beach wall as the first light gleaned over onto Arran - Mam was not impressed. Anxieties + independence all under the same bit of wonderful sky.
How the sky danced with cirrus clouds as the sun rose. The story was I was about 15 and my pals were ‘camping’ down the beach. I joined, faked a call to mum that I was staying at a pal’s - she didn’t believe me, I stayed out anyway - and she was absolutely raging. We danced on the beach wall as the first light gleaned over onto Arran - Mam was not impressed. Anxieties + independence all under the same bit of wonderful sky.
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