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Seagulls Supper

Have you ever gone to the beach, for a stroll along the sea, to see only, the sand beneath your feet? You hear the lashings of salty water, lapping the grains winded whatever way the weather.
Cherry

The Singing Petticoats

From Culdee Street, to my Mother's Mother; We’d packed our bags to escape the bubbling babbles that had boiled over, leaving the need to simmer in the two up and two down in Market Hill.