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| Beach Buoy arrived 7-54pm. It was Muggier than being Mugged by a Mugger with an Ugly Mug. It was one Dog for company tonight. Curves of shingle made a pattern along the Beach. |
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| It looked like it may Thunder. |
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| A Large Balloon fell to the Sea from the Sky and came to shore. |
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| Beach Buoy continued South and noticed the different sand patterns. He headed to the corner the North Gare end of the Beach. Bulbous Seaweed popped under foot as he walked like Christmas bubble wrap. Beach Buoy stood and realised that it did look like the Skylarks had indeed gone. There was a touch of sadness, the Skylarks had been good Beach companion and part of the Beach soundtrack for months. |
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| Beach Buoy headed back to the North. As he walked he noticed a distant arrow of geese, high in the Sky, heading South. Beach Buoy hoped it was just South to the River and not South South. Towards the North the Sea had turned a Pinky Gold with the Sunset. School free teenagers stood in the shallows like marker posts. BEACH BUOY. |
