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Beachcombing

Where a solitary seagull flew, hopeful of an unexpected catch, an old man moved along the deserted seashore, glancing skywards, as if to ward off new invaders. He kept his gaze low, pausing then pouncing, hands sifting piles of slippery … Continue reading

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