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The Drowning Sands

The Drowning Sands by Catherine Law

Harry sets up his easel in the usual spot, planting the tripod legs on the muddy margins of the strand. He lays out his paints. The sky is bleak and huge, widening over the Isle, the beach littered with chalk and dumps of seaweed, the water ever-changing grey, green, and blue. His palette matches it: loose colour, diluted earth, liquid sky. On the near horizon white-tipped waves foam along Goodwin Sands. Harry senses the tide turning, ready to race in and cover the sand bank, the graveyard for ships and Spitfires. He mixes a deeper shade to reflect the shadows on the water.

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