Swimming again today

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A grey humid sticky day, the tide low but on the rise, the water empty of people though the beach played host to quite a few. A cold sea, steel-grey, seaweed-smell drifting from the rocks.

Sometimes I forget that I'm damn lucky.

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*plaintive scratching at the door*

Should you wish to visit, my couch is your couch.

I'm glad you have the sea.

I've always lived beside it. I can hardly imagine living without it.