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BBFF2017 Trailer – Cinema For The Senses

Bone-white bark beneath petrol pitch sky Nagging knot of the city, Released in a sigh Century old sand, brushed smooth on the curve Conjured and carved by the oceans they serve The cavernous boom, of a wave past its peak The raucous release of its wet, foaming beak Scattering, nattering back-packing hordes Framing the froth on their glistening boards Byron, my siren, from lighthouse on high This is the place I will live… when I die.

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