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| One of the world's slowest readers has a new book delivered. |
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| They arrived at the car park at 6-16 pm. A Pied-Wagtail welcomed them. Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog headed for the water's edge, as they did so, the Sun headed for the clouds. |
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| Attachment. |
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| Bottle Top. |
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| Thankfully the beach was quiet and the sky was dramatic. |
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| They stacked the stack, then headed back. |
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| Some sea pottery; left for others. |
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| 'Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle, looks just like a diamond ring.' John Prine 1946 -2020 |
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| Water's edge. |
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| Later, they parked on the promenade. The moon was so dramatic; a Deep Orange. Beach Buoy's phone didn't take a very good picture... |
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| So..... BEACH BUOY. |











