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Posted on April 29, 2018July 3, 2022 by craig.mail@comcast.net

Morning by the Sea

Weathered wood, as white as the sand.

Wild-wet air whipping cotton and skin.

Sun light licking mornings mist

Sea pounds and sounds roll through me.

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