flood and ebb

I heard rumours of the the Line having vanished, my immediate thought was of Art hating barbarians, and then I remembered the joyous release of destruction, and thought it must have been some energetic, high spirited rout of carefree youthful fun.

When I arrived, I found tentative repairs of well wishers had reformed a seedling Line, and the obvious simple scattering of the sea was the cause of the Lines demise: A month of persistent northerlies must have raised up the spring tide to scatter and seethe through the high shingle.

And so I set to work again…



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