The sea is rushing in now as unconsciousness does. I can see a chord, hear gospels songs and rhythms, as we hoist the sails. The sails are a soft white bird. We are airborne. We are primitive.

The sea is rushing in now as unconsciousness does. I can see a chord, hear gospels songs and rhythms, as we hoist the sails. The sails are a soft white bird. We are airborne. We are primitive.
Suzy Davies

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Photographs - what stories do they tell....I saw a picture of her in a newspaper once...She was comfortable in her own skin....The feminine and the liberated - she was one of an elite club
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Pearl liked to have men waiting in the wings for her...She had time yet to queen it at the banquet, and if one dish failed to grace her table, there would be yet more
- Suzy Davies

The sea is rushing in now as unconsciousness does. I can see a chord, hear gospels songs and rhythms, as we hoist the sails. The sails are a soft white bird. We are airborne. We are primitive. Suzy Davies

The sea is rushing in now as unconsciousness does. I can see a chord, hear gospels songs and rhythms, as we hoist the sails. The sails are a soft white bird. We are airborne. We are primitive.
Suzy Davies