Across the dunes dotted with gentian blue, to where the shades of grey sky lie fallen on the mirror of retreated tide.
Beyond the washed-bronze sands scribed with black calligraphy the Atlantic waves drone.
And a foot carves the sand, a journey to the soul, waiting to be washed away.
Ciaran Burke
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