The waves cook the land:
the flame-roar of surge against rock;
the sizzle of sea interpenetrating shingle;
surf licking the beach's brown polenta.
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- Plural plural
- Rain boat
- Looking back, stateside
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About Me
- Adam Roberts Project
- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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