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Tuesday 23 August 2011

Coastal Path

On a sunny day, follow the beautiful Coastal Path, that wends its way along the steep cliff top, and enjoy the far reaching sea view. Long beaches at the base of the cliff are revealed at low tide, as are the outcrops of picturesque black jagged rocks, home to….


Crouching lookouts, shielded lights, crashing waves, groaning, breaking keel. Screams, death. The Wreckers’ Prize.
Crouching lookouts, shielded lights, snipers, guns. Mines, death.  The Landing Enemy.
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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