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| A DOGLESS BEACH BUOY ARRIVED BACK AT THE BEACH AT 8-15 pm. THERE WAS A WARM BREEZE FROM THE WEST AND AFTER A COUPLE OF DAYS OF OVERCAST AND GREY, THE SUN WAS BACK OUT. THE GREENS, BLUES, WHITES AND YELLOWS ALL LOOKED SO VIBRANT AFTER A SPELL AWAY FROM THE LIGHT. |
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| WHITE COTTON WOOL CLOUDS TOPPED THE WIND TURBINES OUT IN THE BAY. |
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| THE LOWERING SUN GAVE BEACH BUOY A LONG SHADOW AND MADE HIM REALISE HE MISSED THE LITTLE STUBBORN DOG'S COMPANY AND THAT OF IT'S SHADOW ALONGSIDE HIM. |
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| BEACH BUY HAD BEEN TEMPTED BACK TO THE BEACH BY THE THOUGHT OF ALL OF THESE LITTLE NURDLES THAT HE HAD SEEN AND FILMED THIS MORNING. BEACH BUOY KNELT DOWN AND WORKED ALONG THE STRAND LINE. USING FOUR FINGERS LIKE A GRAB AT A SEASIDE TEDDY BEAR GRABBING MACHINE HE WORKED HIS WAY ALONG THE LINE. LUCKILY HE WAS HAVING MORE SUCCES THAN THE TEDDY BEAR GRABS, WHICH MORE OFTEN THAN NOT, DROP THE TOY AT THE LAST MINUTE. BEACH BUOY COUNTED AS IF THERE WERE TEN IN EACH GRAB, THERE WERE USUALLY A LOT MORE. IF IT WAS TEN THEN HE COLLECTED 4000 MORE LIKE OVER 6000. MAYBE HE COULD DO WITH ONE OF THESE? NURDLE MACHINE. BEACH BUOY. |
