Ms Horton wrote the following poem this year
sundrenched sands, whispering winds
the champagne of my existence;
fresh air for the soul
waves crashing against the cliffs
dancing, sylph-like
elusive but attainable
the freedom of dolphins at play
the beauty of the sun signalling day
a sensual overload like a night
at the opera
a cacophony of peace and contentment
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