Can you feel the rhythm, each wave crashing intently on to the shingle beach. Further on and further in the sound of pebbles tumbling erratically up and down, up and down, as every new wave breaks along the shoreline.
A fine spray carried on the sharpening sea breeze, brings a salty edge; where lips are cracked on sunburnt faces the stinging water purifies and cleanses.
I do not need any encouragement, this is a well-rehearsed routine, I have been down to the shingle beach many times before.
With each secret rendezvous like the passionate embrace of a friend, the call of the sea is a medicine to my soul.
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