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Beach Life

A misty morning on the beach, the wet atlantic breeze making it too grey and dank for tourists. While they huddled in the coffee shops and hotels, the beach reclaimed it's local character. Ordinary local people going about their business, using the beach just as another space. Somewhere to sit for a while, fully dressed, for a chat with friends, or maybe a short cut pushing your bike home, going to school, or just being. No frisbees, no jetskis, no beachball, no bikinis, no stripey beach towels, just quietness and the muffled stillness from the mist.

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