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The Sea Dog
“Jon!”
He shouts at the top of his lungs
I scurry
Awkwardly
Through soggy sand
Tripping over sea-softened
Splitting wooden posts
In my eagerness to see what’s happened
“What is it Dad?”
“What’s happened?!”
I stop.
Puffing and panting
Squinting
Against the sun
I see him
Sat on the sand
Looking flabbergasted
Pointing away
Towards the ...
Thursday 12th October 2017 6:05 pm
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