Pentecost | Listen now

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The day the builders laid the cross beams for 
the extension’s upstairs room, we rushed through 
the opening to stand where no one yet
had ever stood before and looked out on 
the world from a new perspective that felt 
somehow unsteady as if it needed confirmation
by the repeated attendance of eyes. 

The more the space was inundated 
by a tide of bodies, however impermanent 
the more the window seemed anchored in the wall 
and with the certainty of glass the view became 
habitual, somewhere raindrops fell against, 
winds rushed past and the salt spray of
the sea, carried a mile inland, crystallised.

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