An abandoned wooden bench stands on the wet ground close to the surf, a folded plaid left on the seat as if someone has just walked away. Beside it rises a glass sculpture in pink and gold — the only warm light in an otherwise grey scene. A thick, even layer of cloud hangs over the sea; the waves break with white crests on the rocky shore, and the dune grass is dull and damp. No sun, no shadows, just that diffuse November light that makes everything stand still. An afternoon on which the sea tells its own story and the bench simply stays, waiting.
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