Beach Buoy arrived at the beach.
It was 7 degrees.
A chilly breeze blew from the north.
He was wearing gloves.
First gloves this side of Summer.
He collected five suitable stones.
He headed to the tidal sand.
The tide was more in than it was out.
People were few and far between.
The lady who walks the full beach was up ahead.
"Morning."
"Morning."
as they passed.
Space is good.
Some days more than others.
Mermaid's Unwritten Diary.
One of three Crows monitoring Beach Buoy's progress to Stubborn Dog Stack.
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