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| Beach Buoy had been up since 3-55am He had gone to bed after midnight. It was 7-30am when he and Stubborn Dog arrived at the Beach. There was a strong south westerly wind blowing. It was much milder than you would think, judging by the sound and strength of the wind. The Sky was a deep red to the South; it only lasted a short while.... Beach Buoy was down near the waters edge, leaving it now and again to avoid disturbing flocks of Seagulls that had gathered down there. The 7 am club were up near the strand line; heading back. Mari and her mate; a White Scottie Dog ran across to Beach Buoy to say hello. The red sky, like Visage faded to grey... FADE TO GREY. Beach Buoy headed up to the Dunes; stack stones in-hand. It was 8-02 am. he stood and looked all along the Bay. The strong wind was blowing onto his back. The Dune's Marram Grass was bending, going up and down, bent in the direction of the Sea. It looked like the whole Dune System was waving farewell to a loved one heading out, never to return. They headed back; they will return. |
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| It was a grey scene. These thoughts came to Beach Buoy as they walked. He said it was Ok to share them on the blog Industrial greys, Are catching my gaze, l am in a happy daze, Full on beach, is that a phase? lt's just the way l spend my days. Beach Buoy. |
