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| There wasn't a stick of heat in the Sun. The temperature was in the minus range. |
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| The cold didn't matter. |
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| I won't be going to Heaven. If I was then this is the type of view I would expect on my arrival. A beach and all of my pets from the past waiting for me somewhere between the Sea and the Strand line. |
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| The Cold Sea was wild in the Bay. |
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| I liked the pattern that the Sea had left on the Sand as it headed out to regroup. |
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| I found some yellow sea glass. It looked like a piece of the Sun... A BIT FELL OF THE SUN TODAY IT LANDED ON THE BEACH A BIT OF SUN FROM FAR AWAY IT'S NORMALLY OUT OF REACH A BIT OF SUN WAS LAYING THERE I PUT IT IN MY POCKET IT SAVED A FORTUNE TO BE FAIR NO NEED TO BUY "THAT" ROCKET BEACH BUOY and then later that day it was off to Hartlepool's Headland. |
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| Silvery Sun in contrast to this morning's light. |
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| Gentlemen. |
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| The Breakwater; an ageing arm protecting the Port. |
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| Trio of photographers. |
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| Lamp light. BEACH BUOY. |
