West Land. Pier in Evening

The pier was narrow, light and shaky. At some moment I felt slightly dizzy walking on it. While walking on that pier I thought about the other piers in my life; there were not many of them. Only three.

One was a long wooden pier by the Baltic sea, you could stroll there listening to waives, looking at sea gulls in the water or the fishermen in the boats. Another was a fancy pier in Chicago. Irony of ironies, I don’t remember much about this pier. And the pier I discovered recently (pictures above).


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