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The coastline was entirely barren. The grey rock beach lead up to a grey rock cliff face. There was no vegetation to be seen, no sign of life and no way up the vertical rock face. The expanse of unwelcoming grey stretched far in front and far behind, like an ocean of rock.

By neeta, November 16, 2013.
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The lagoon interrupted what was otherwise a thick line of white-gold sand. Behind the sand was an endless concrete jungle of apartments and hotels stretching as far as the eye could see. On any summer day the sand would be entirely obscured by vacation goers in their multicoloured board shorts and bikinis, sunbathing and getting burnt. But this was the off season, and the beach was bathed in the first light of dawn. How beautiful it must have been a hundred years ago.

By ravinder, October 24, 2013.
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The coastline had no beaches. The thick jungle met the ocean directly, sometimes with a small stony scree. Mostly the overhanging branches of the trees hid the stones from sight. From a boat it appeared to be an impenetrable wall of green, stretching as far as the eye could see in any direction and so wildly curved that the bays could hide any number of the pirates.

By ravinder, October 24, 2013.
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The coastline was brilliant in the morning sun with it's chalky white ribbon of cliffs, jagged and folded, shrinking into the distance. Below the cliffs were beaches of rocks made rough by the barnacles upon them. Each beach was divided by wooden groynes that stretched out to greet the coming waves, some like gap-toothed children, were missing planks. In the distance a spit stretched out into the sea and upon the end was a lighthouse, lonely and abandoned. The foamy crests of the crashing waves were the only sound other than the cry of the gulls.

By ravinder, October 24, 2013.
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A less hospitable coastline could not have been imagined. One hue of granite, gnarled and sharp, met the ocean dulled by the blanket of cloud above. The cliff rose upward with impassible overhangs, a gift for defence, a nightmare for sea-bound newcomers.

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The coastline was jagged, fingers of barnacled rock poking out with no discernible pattern. There were inlets where the water lay more still, a white silvery sheen reflecting back the newly bestowed moonlight. As the last vestiges of daylight failed, the rocky outline grew blacker against the orange kissed sky and the water grew darker too. Finally the boat bobbed, tugging against the anchoring chain, black water meeting black land under millions of stars.

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The coastline curved as if drawn by an artists hand, the golden sands making a thick band between the waves and the vegetation beyond. Between the boats that left for fishing and the shoreline were sandbanks, snaking there way through the briny waters before sinking once more.

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The coastline swooped out of view, the gentle curve arcing away from King's position. His eyes followed it as keenly as they had for the enchanted snake in the village. The engine spluttered to life, settling to a steady rotation he would learn to filter out in due course. King set out as if his course was pre-determined, drawn to follow the coastline, to discover what lay beyond.

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The coastline lay softly under the early morning light, like a freshly baked cookie already nibbled.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 27, 2015.