postcard from the sea wall, between the swamp and the rubble and the peaceful inland sea.

i have never been to england except by imagination. i've never been there in my imagination either, only in other imaginations. like suzanne who is there imagining being there for us here in posts unlike this but daily like this in a separate but same by extension reality. i have, though, been to the swamp with mister. that's as far as i went today, and i may never get to england, which makes the swamp a treasured place, an accessible by fence gap intimately near and generally overlooked destination.