harvest timeall of us are prayingfor no rain
outback road tripdiscovering the beastin my bestie
beach patrolour captain hands aroundhomemade muffins
small town murala fading fishermanI once knew
lovers hold hands on the windswept beach I hug my dog
childhood beach. . .my soles still feelits rounded pebbles
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