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Dungeness

It's here where the land meets the sea,
flat, wilderness, desolate in it's beauty.
Pebble-dash shingle, stretches, runs free
for miles and miles.

It is here where the land merges into sky,
which covers like a blanket over your head.
Colours ever changing, as weathers break by
black to blue, grey to gold.

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