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The pier and the sea together from a kind of art, one we are drawn to seal into moments of film and canvas, yet in truth the beauty is alive and ever-changing.

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In the rustic woven browns, in the golden grains, the pier was all the solid foundation I ever needed to launch high-flying dreams.

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The pier stretched into a welcoming sea.

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There was a stoic calmness to the sun-whitened pier, a promise of taking all weathers in easy stride.

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The pier is a thousand hues and shades we call brown, somehow the labelling of the colour subtracting from its beauty. I prefer to see all the subtle hues that open my eyes and warm my heart, that speak to me of breathing woodlands and the music of wind in their bright umbrella canopies. The pier is that will to walk over the water, to approach that horizon, the blues that are real jazz to my soul. I love that place, to sit and simply be in the moment, me, the briny breeze, the birds and the horizon.