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| It had been a boiling hot day. I waited until late evening to hit the Beach, hoping the air had cooled and the crowds had thinned a little. |
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| We sat at North Gare and the little fellow was panting. |
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| Untangled this as part of my #2minutebeachclean |
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| ZZZZZ and a scary face rock in the background. |
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| More Beach cleaning; a tent pole. |
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| The way back.... BEACH BUOY. |
