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Home: Middle East: Oman: Sea: Mid Coast:
death at dawn
In mist or cloud on mast or shroud /
It perch'd for vespers nine, /
Whiles all the night thro' [fog-smoke white] /
Glimmer'd the white moon-shine.
The Rime of the Ancient Marinere, in Seven Parts. Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1798 version
Nestled under low cliffs, the beach was deserted except for a line of sea birds, a lone dog, blue and green boats and rusted pickups.
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