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This place chooses not to ignore the sea that gifted its soft sand upon which footsteps wander As the waves pound the rocks the sound colours the voices of the old Norse raiders whose longships challenged the surf While I think of those who like winter's Goldeneye make of this place a home marrying it to their heart Yes, this place chooses not to ignore the sea for it is a breathing artform sculpted by her hand.
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
Freswick Bay
This place chooses not to ignore the sea that gifted its soft sand upon which footsteps wander As the waves pound the rocks the sound colours the voices of the old Norse raiders whose longships challenged the surf While I think of those who like winter's Goldeneye make of this place a home marrying it to their heart Yes, this place chooses not to ignore the sea for it is a breathing artform sculpted by her hand.
david-bremner
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
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