Waves scream gulls, they flutter sand and scribble chaos in their wake, snatch stones and rocks in foamy hands, rampage on cliffs until they break. Matchstick fishing boats struggle to resist, their anchors taut against the tide, but rollers coil and undertow persists, anchors are dragged and ropes untied. On the cliffs and on the […]
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