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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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  1. Shane Fisher #

    There has been commentaring of the surf kind, way back, I read it. That if you have good session, you go back and pick up something from the beach on the way home to keep. Now, I understand Kelly could not have done that, his houses would be filled with shit, but I suspect, he may have something.

    If Kelly was to be buried with them, he would have a pretty big Earth mound and rightly, he would become a pilgrimage. If not to steal his tokens. People burrowing in, wanting something that wasn’t theirs, that they haven’t experienced, not knowing its worth.

    Just some beach grit.

    December 9, 2021
  2. aye to that, shank.

    December 10, 2021

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