Crouching lookouts, shielded lights, crashing waves, groaning, breaking keel. Screams, death. The Wreckers’ Prize.Danger
Crouching lookouts, shielded lights, snipers, guns. Mines, death. The Landing Enemy.Danger
Scared that unseen hands are drawing me to the edge. Fear of falling, spiralling, screaming, through the air. Crashing onto the beach. Dead; or worse.I hate Coastal Paths.
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