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On the beach the rain yesterday came with a great deluge while I lingered on an old white soul sand beach, with cliffs, white wave froth, a sea ahead of me: blue grey like a sigh, shells, rocks and a downpour of emotion amidst the sand.
Stand by the sea and in rush the waves. I feel cold and wade in. I stay out for far too long. I took ages to plunge in and then stay out for as long as I’m allowed. No longer. I’m allowed in. This is a part of a big painful ocean.
On a cold day the sand was so cold it looked vicious, the sea was flat and the waves lapped quietly but because I knew what the sea can do when a storm hit it I thought of it as glass that was slowly, beautifully, touching soft sand.