whitecaps—again today the seamirrors my mood
beach patrolour captain hands aroundhomemade muffins
lovers hold hands on the windswept beach I hug my dog
childhood beach. . .my soles still feelits rounded pebbles
torrential rainthe mountain treksinto the seaQuendryth Young
the late lightsails an ebb-tide seaJan Dobb
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