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The power of a place
Let the sound of the seas swell wash away the pain
Let the whoosh and crush of pebbles float away the strain
Morning light shimmering across flat sparkling sea
Morning swimmers lightly shivering as they rush to shore
Boys and girls peddle, skate and scoot by
Direction not known but heading for fun
Happy voices bouncing all around
Only early but excitement abounds
New vistas...
Saturday 26th August 2017 4:00 pm

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