One daze at a time...

By Raheny_Eye

The end

of the headland. 
of the road.
of the year.
of the decade. 
of all sensation in Mrs Raheny's earlobes. Or the tip of Luca's nose. 

A bracing last walk of the year, with a refreshing wind. All good. 
Managed a last dive into the Atlantic as night fell. 
I did get a little bit scared. Maybe it was Mrs Raheny's last words before I dived ("try not to kill yourself") 

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