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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 sea

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