In my evening tossed mares
Again you were there
Still in your forever young
From which I’ve long come
from, as my time grows tidal
rushing below me out to eternity.
When Beach Bums...and Nikons...grandpaws and grandsons....converge...gulls laugh...waves clap...beyond all words...now the waves recede...the tides cry...gulls lull...and the waves pray....a loss for words....we hold the shells to ear...in hope to hear but one whisper...
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