Now we walk the bone-crunching beach
The wind, the sunset, the turn to face away
The ships at moor in the bay
The recent storm, the sandpipers at play
And our toadstool collapsing the brows of them horseshoe crabs
11th Trans Battalion reunion, Sackbutt at sea
The ships at moor in the bay
The recent storm, the sandpipers at play
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