Seaside Walk

Overnight the waves either slipped over the sandy mole or stormed the breach (had someone let their guard down). I would be more concerned if I lived on Seaside Walk.

Anyway, we were only walking.

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Where was I exactly?

 
 
 
And who did I stop to talk to?
 
 
 
 
 
 





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