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On Margate Sands . . . and down on to Broadstairs

The beach-shelter on Margate Sands where Eliot wrote some of The Waste Land 

On Margate Sands.
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
Nothing.


All photos taken with a Fujifilm X100V and are straight out of camera (except for the odd crop)
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My name is Andrew James Brown. I’m a philosophically/theologically inclined writer with sympathies towards Imaoka Shin’ichirō's understanding of a creative, free spirituality (jiyū shūkyō 自由宗教), Jōdo Shinshū Buddhism, Christian atheism, D. G. Leahy’s “thinking now occurring for the first time”, a Lucretian inspired religious naturalism, new materialism and Kyoto School philosophy; also a photographer, cyclist, walker and jazz bass player. In addition to this, I’m the minister of a small, liberal, free religious community in Cambridge (UK)

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