The Cliff House: A beautiful and addictive story of loss and longing. Amanda Jennings
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You sit and watch them from the same place you always do.
I spy.
With my little eye.
The grass is flattened where your weight rests. A patch of earth revealed where your feet have kicked back and forth to pass the time. The purple foil of a chocolate bar you ate a week ago glints from where it nestles amid the sandy thatch of vegetation beside you. Seagulls cry mournfully,