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Low Tide Browns Bay

Old mooring pylon with shag aloft, wings flapping. Fitness freaks with dogs jog the shore - one woman in particular, her thighs slapping. An old heron and I are amused - we fly away, both of us clapping. Written: circa 1993

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Date: 3/17/2024 3:50:00 AM
Brevity and levity - a good combination. Flapping shags and slapping thighs always grabs my attention down the beach. Sure paints a picture.
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Date: 1/7/2022 6:59:00 AM
This is brilliant and funny at the same time, Craig! I can just picture the scene..enjoyed this! :)
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