A high summer sun gazed down on the flow of the tide. There was a haze, a mist, a sultry stillness that declarified the air here.
The estuarine light lingered over the swirls of briny waters as the Kent drank of the Irish Sea.
This intimate landscape kept something back from my prying eyes. I could sense it. However I teased this scene from our time together.
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