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The grasses, that hold the sand-dunes in place, Mobility is certain without them. But stifled, we stick our bums in the sand and picnic with ankles tied. Roots
The organic slap of seaweed against the base of the basalt organ-like pillars. Swelling, falling. Darkness falls quicker here than outside, not long till the melodious fugue would cover him up.
There once was a house on the moors, 'Wuthering Heights' writ over its doors. Cathy, its miss, Heathcliff did she kiss But he never got into her drawers.