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Time weathered it  Worn by salt and wind  A testament to man and sea And the sheer determination to survive. Boats come in and out with the tides Waves unrelenting... Remember your roots As the sea ravishes over rock. There are few who stop to care, But there is stillness to be found here There is a magic in these misty cliffs As the water crashes onto rockface Sending turrets of spray into the air And spiney fingers cascading down. A race to reunite. The ocean  moves... A lobster *** buoy bobs up and down The cliff erodes, ever so slowly Seagulls sit on a cliff edge perhaps resting, i do not know A wave passes by Teetering on the edge of explosion I do not see it break as it passes out of view. The surging ocean delights me Dancing over rock Having no care for destruction Safety or form It moves as it must As it sees fit Taking the best and only path. Accepting its new form in each moment Giving life, Taking life It cares not. It must only move and this it knows  You are welcome, but beware
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Feb 17, 2023
Feb 17, 2023 at 2:54 PM UTC
Time and tide
Time weathered it  Worn by salt and wind  A testament to man and sea And the sheer determination to survive. Boats come in and out with the tides Waves unrelenting... Remember your roots As the sea ravishes over rock. There are few who stop to care, But there is stillness to be found here There is a magic in these misty cliffs As the water crashes onto rockface Sending turrets of spray into the air And spiney fingers cascading down. A race to reunite. The ocean  moves... A lobster *** buoy bobs up and down The cliff erodes, ever so slowly Seagulls sit on a cliff edge perhaps resting, i do not know A wave passes by Teetering on the edge of explosion I do not see it break as it passes out of view. The surging ocean delights me Dancing over rock Having no care for destruction Safety or form It moves as it must As it sees fit Taking the best and only path. Accepting its new form in each moment Giving life, Taking life It cares not. It must only move and this it knows  You are welcome, but beware
I visited Port Isaac in Cornwall recently and was inspired to put some words down. Its so beautiful and there was a large swell running.
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Feb 17, 2023
Feb 17, 2023 at 2:54 PM UTC
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