On water, by Britta Benson

I crossed the Channel on from Dunkerque to Dover today, spending a good chunk of the journey on deck, staring at the water. Here’s what I thought: On water Who does water belong to? Lines on charts mark territories. Water laughs, moves, here, there, depending on tides, winds, the murmur of moments. We draw borders,Continue reading “On water, by Britta Benson”

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