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  • We walked and walked along the seaside. You carried my oysters and I was looking after the kids. The sun was rising as we were looking for a lunch spot. I missed my instrument badly, but hey I never fancied a flute anyway. As we sat and watched the sea in the falling tide the mussel beds were brought to the surface. A pretty sight. Later after coming home and going through all the pictures, it struck me that my beloved instrument was right there with me.
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