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Eastbourne
stone, stone, shell, flint
the rattle of a beach
of beach steps
on stones
the endless stone rattle
walking
beaches
groyne divided
beaches
And the waves
of a leaden sea
Monday 27th August 2018 5:53 pm
Lovers
There were those moments
pressed
against a Cornish rock
in beach blackness
with the shush of the rippling waves
nearby in the night
lying
in a Sussex garden
with the hot sun
dappling our backs
parked
on a Ditchling hill
with town lights
spread below
...Thursday 10th May 2018 4:30 pm
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