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| It was 7-03 pm. They arrived at the beach. Beach Buoy was well wrapped, he knew that the breeze off the sea would be fresh. Once again around the houses it was warm and people were wandering around in shorts and t-shirts. They had followed their sunshine shadows as they walked to the sea front. Once they hit the beach the shadows were off, legging it down to the sea for a paddle. No restrictions for them |
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| The sand was rippled possibly as much by the wind than by the sea. |
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| Beach Buoy found a tired eye stone. Perhaps it is tired of the lockdown? The death? |
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| The beach was deserted. They headed up to add to the dune stack. The song of the skylark hung in the air behind them once more. |
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| They headed down to the North Gare Pier and the surrounding rock pools. |
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| An empty Beach. A Dog as a pal. Two Suns. BEACH BUOY. |
