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Towards Beachy Head
In the distance
the green tops to the chalkwhite cliffs
slope down to the sea
behind countless breakwaters
wading out through low waves
their wooden posts testament
to the shifting stones of time
Below the grey sky
the bluegrey water rattles the beaches
sloping down to the sea
between stark black breakwaters
mute guardians of the coast
each wooden barrier m...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 10:25 am

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