11th Trans Battalion reunion, Sackbutt at sea

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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

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