The surf the colour of the silt. Herding down the beach after the houses had to go for sale. There were spots up the coast that were popular as there was no better lawful solution. It made sense why they were ridiculed. There is a general paranoia about disease. The best spots often by old industry, new gifts. The sites best as the ground undercut the coast, meaning people would become trapped, not seen again. Even if a particularly violent wave rushed through what was there had been beaten up enough against concrete or taken time as food for the sea anyway. Homes never quite made their way up to the breaches so no false steps involved. Their stories rarely mention that waves wash against the earth, and most of what you send out comes back.

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