Mmm, well, it's the sea, and yet not the sea.
It is beautiful and vast,
Inland
Waveless and beachless,
Where is the smell of the sea, its energy?
Slithers of mud, crabs seaweed and starfish
Swedes congregate on the rocks like seals, or around wood and metal diving platforms, and plop into the water, and climb out, and plop in again.
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| Three nations; fisk for the Swedish, fish'n chips for the Brits, and A la carte for the French |
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