Poem written in response to above images by Cendrine Mouraout February1, 2026
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Salt-weathered planks hum under barefoot dawn wanderers— tide's breath lingers long. The bridge sighs with old stories, rusted whispers to the gulls.
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