It is night, and darkness has settled over Greyling Bay like a shroud.
Out in the ocean, just off the bay, a deeper darkness gathers. Just below the surface. Thickening almost into substance as the tide swells strangely high towards the light-strung promenade.
Rosie Able
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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