“Later, we lie together in the half dark, no longer cold, no longer awkward. The torch is dimming as the wind billows against the fabric of the tent, noisy and heavy with spray from the sea, but nothing can touch… — Suki Fleet Copy Share Image
“...we are meant to be ephemeral, like the brilliant sparks from a fire shooting up into the dark, we are not meant to last, nothing lasts, one moment always follows another… the good, the bad, the awfully, fantastically ordinary… and… — Suki Fleet Copy Share Image
