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Stone number five

The sun came back to the island today. I walked to the hill above the bay. The tide was out. Ducks squabbled, flapped  and swam. Gannets soared and dipped. Oyster catchers patrolled the shore. Air and light were sharp and clear. Cobwebs swapped for clarity.

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