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A Shore

The drops of ocean blend into the salty winds, and the sea gulls cry. Clouds hang heavy, low, like Summer moons the color of the nibbling gulls, and the opaque waves swirl around the bare, calloused feet, the sand sucking. Mountainous rocks, coal- black, are wet from the rising tide. Wedding white bursts.

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Date: 12/8/2020 8:44:00 PM
A lustrous strand of haiku, Jennifer. Your beautiful imagery brings me to the shore, where I love to be. Congratulations for your excellent win in Brian's contest.. ~Susan
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