'I just need to stand on a beach somewhere', she said. She'd called me on Skype. I can see her face. It still gets me every time. 'I love London, but .... well, you know what I mean ....'. She looks me in the eye. I know. I was born in London. Soft leather soles hitting hard heavy pavements. In Marylebone, above an antique shop. The people who live in London walk the furthest of any city I've heard. Leaden streets, soft soles of feet .... I know what she means. Fine sand between my toes. Bodies crowd the cities as the soles of their feet yearn for the sea.
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Painting featured: On the shore, Polzeath, Cornwall.
