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Islands
in the mist, green sea supporting, mist
and sea welding, to produce soft opalescence, hard
green and white floats above, surf
breaking against firm cliffs, home
for gulls and puffins, sea pinks and ferns, bent
low by winds, burnt by summer sun, bathed
in all year rain, washed in salt and spray, accessible
but not, existing at the fringe, on the edge, a
boundary that is part but not part of our land. ~ Edward Radfall ~
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