A black arrow in the cold depths, terrorizing small fish.
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Mussels lay dark amongst the brown seaweed and the green moss of the stones.
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Men pick shells from the Galway bay shore. Awry shadows reflecting on a sea mirror.
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The cormorant resurfaces, stands on a rock, spreads its wings to the sun.
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Definitely prefers the sun.
1 comment:
where is my post?
spoiled brat!
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