Coast Day

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Buffeting winds billow my hair.

As frothing white fingers play foaming with saline.

Wind blasted pebbles suffuse through the air.

Mingling with spray from the sea bedecked storm clouds.

Which shatter their loads on starvation's lair.

Stifling harsh calls of white wings on the sunshine.

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