Tiny rainbows
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I once stood at the very end of a sun bleached pier.
The pier had a simple design, roughly constructed out of white fractured concrete; over the years parts had become damaged, chunks were missing; it was slowly falling into the sea. The concrete structure stretched deep out into the Mediterranean, its base was four feet wide and only high enough to extend a few inches above the lapping water.
As I watched the distant surf roll towards the shoreline, tiny rainbows magically appeared just above the waves; translucent colours bouncing aimlessly in the sea-spray.
Posted by: Leeroy Lugg
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