Toots in Solitude

By Toots

Wild waters

The wild waters of the River Tyne collects and gathers debris neatly into crevices.
I always think I have been cheated when I walk along the banks of the river and, instead of colourful glints and reflections from the bright sun shine playing on the water, it merely flows thickly along, muddied and murky from a wild spate.

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