I ‘borrowed’ this title from the lyrics of one of my most favourite songs, sung by Sandy Denny.
It seemed incredibly apposite to the theme of my story.

‘Sad, deserted shore,
your fickle friends are leaving,
Ah, but then you know,
it’s time for them to go,
But I will still be here,
I have no thought of leaving,
I do not count the time.’

( Copyright Sandy Denny 1967 )

Once again, the story is set in my early years, and based upon the wildly inappropriate relationship between my (under-age) self and an older girl.
Long after, even when she was married, we remained good friends.

Warning. The tale has several explicit scenes, and is not appropriate reading for minors, or those folks easily offended..

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