Today there's an empty feeling in this place. There's no dust, and nothing itches. The wind has taken the salt away. The sky looks Canderel white and the sea looks grey like the briefcase of a salesman from elsewhere, passing through, stopping for a coffee, not sure which pocket his tickets are in, innocently collecting up a spoon along with his biro and a paper napkin he's been writing the phone numbers on.
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