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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One iron spine piercing coastal fog~ a slow inhale across fractured granite, salt-thickened breath clotting the beacon's eye. Waves haul themselves against the rock's ribs again, always again~ gravity's weary pilgrims collapsing below.
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