The ashes stack is growing day by day. |
There was no one to the North. |
Or to the South. The Wind Turbines were faded, looking like tall ghosts of sailors each carrying a red warning lamp. |
The beach drained. |
A man with an Umbrella walked along the Pier. He cut his walk short and turned back, calling out a day; a rainy day. |
And this fella a good anti-theft device. BEACH BUOY. |