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The full moon rose as we left the heath
from the teasing chirrs of nightjars
to make our way to Dunwich beach,
drawn by lazy sounds of tired sea sighs
drowned by our trodden crunch of pebbles.
The shoreline lit by a glowing moon,
which beamed down on layered clouds
laying a silver path on rippled waves,
right to our feet, the whispering edge
of surf’s seductive susurration.
