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surf art
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Dec 21
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beach grit
Eyes down, a mile of deserted beach to walk
up and back.
Two miles.
With the sun being at its obliging best,
glinting,
on this half-hidden jewellery of sand-scrubbed shell,
fragile, transparent.
Years of abrasion, and never a foot to crush them.
Beaches are best when they are deserted, left alone,
for centuries.
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