Beach huts cradled memories of summer -
Family dogs raced through the waves -
I picked up a shell from the glistening ribbed sand -
Soon it would be low tide -
Sand bars would reflect the pale late afternoon sunlight -
I placed the shell inside my pocket -
The wind carried the voices of those who were invisible -
16.00
Saturday 31 March 2018
Studland
Dorset
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