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The long steps down to the green sea sweeping black-green seaweed high on the sand seen from the empty band stand on the cliff top gardens chased by screaming ice-cream hunters are each rife with salty memory and I drink it in
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Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
Broadstairs
The long steps down to the green sea sweeping black-green seaweed high on the sand seen from the empty band stand on the cliff top gardens chased by screaming ice-cream hunters are each rife with salty memory and I drink it in
reliving childhood memories on the south coast
stevejeff
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Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
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