A frozen north wind skittles sleet showers along the pier to the lighthouse. The Grey sea mumbles beneath. It is quiet, no signs of life save the creaking of wood and old bones, cold bones on a day like this.
Methil, December.
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A frozen north wind skittles sleet showers along the pier to the lighthouse. The Grey sea mumbles beneath. It is quiet, no signs of life save the creaking of wood and old bones, cold bones on a day like this.
dominique cameron RSW 