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2nd September 2020

Lunatic Fringe

On the shore, she dances, without much of a care. There’s nobody watching, only the moon and us, and she twirls joyously and madly in front of the slowly disintegrating hut of the Blackgang nudists as it slowly slides downhill to take its place, eventually, in the endless dark sea.