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seagulls passed by
on the lookout once more
above two young surfers
in search of the shore
the lighthouse still divined
against early morning light
alerting boats
at sea that night
who otherwise drifted
amidst oncoming squall’s
into rock laden cliffs
filled with previous trawls
or cargo burdened vessels
from yesteryear
who despite their best endeavours
could not but escape
the northerly navigation
around Byron’s Cape