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It was a busy morning at the beach. Seagulls gathered, some men fishing, and a few people walking like me. Yet it is still such a solitary place. The waves, the shoreline, the cold wet wind, and the blurred blue on blue horizon: I take it all in. No sun-bathers, It’s a place of survival now.
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- Spiral shell
A NICE BREATH OF FRESH SEA AIR. THANKS FOR TAKING ME THERE