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1 " One morning, he walked with the dog and cat to the cliffs at the end of the sea loch and sat on the edge of the cliff, watching the green-grey waves rolling in to crash against the rocks below. Restless seagulls screamed and swooped overhead, and little puffins popped in and out of their burrows. "
― M.C. Beaton , Death of Yesterday (Hamish Macbeth, #28)
2 " Hamish looked around the tranquillity of the little village, at the great glassy waves curling onto the perfect white beach. "
3 " Perhaps some languid summer day, When drowsy birds sing less and less, And golden fruit is ripening to excess, "
4 " pearly gloaming, "
