Dry twinkling grains
Soft sucking imprints
Moulding
Swallowing spaces
Between your toes
Temporary still
Of someone’s moment
Until erased
By unempathetic sea
A liquid giant
Sand pushing machine
Of Its own arcade
No coin-op
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I Eat Let.ers 
Hello mate, I like this snappy little seaside number…. brought on some lucid memories / feelings.
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Much appreciated Mr Wayman!
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