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Seawater laps overfoot, Chocolate ice cream trickling over little fingers. Clouds drift by, And sun peeks out. Soft sand trapped between small toes. The hubbub of the town behind, Weekend crowds basking in summer warmth, Propeller planes looping in the patchy sky. Waves crash over polished, sharp-edged shingle, Tiny feet crunching over gravel, The lowContinue reading “Mourne Seaside”