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The cormorants arrive, a harbinger, he hopes, of a good catch. The word around the beaches is that the bream are running today, but his bucket remains empty on the sand and the birds keep a hungry eye on the tension of his line. The families have stayed out of the wind, but the usual weathered locals are finishing their laps in the pool that smells of salt and seaweed. They bob like browned walnuts in water that has gone grey with the clouds.
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