With glacial progress, the rain and a salty sea breeze is taking these structures elsewhere, revealing the rusting rebar, and smoothing the rough corners of these crumbling giants.
The smallest brother no longer stands straight, the sand slipping beneath his feet, pulling him back to the earth. Lichen is happiest, proliferating, making the most of the coarse texture. Each winter, the water that has crept inside freezes, creating further fissures that threaten their integrity.
These sentries sit staring out to sea with parabolic patience, and on a warm afternoon, they hold the heat, slowing giving it back to the day as the sun drops below the horizon.
Despite their noble purpose, they went unused, now monuments to the pace of technological progress induced by world wars and the threat from afar. They wait to see where the weather will take them.
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