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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea/ By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown/ Till human voices wake us, and we drown
T S Eliot, The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock

Twilight on a deserted beach, a sudden, massive expanse after hours of clinging onto seafront cliffs

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