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Stubborn

. Roaring, rolling upon the shore, the noontime waves curl, creep and crawl. They rush with forceful speed and all against the stolid, stone seawall. They smash against its boulder base to shake and crack its rocky core. Exploding as salty spray, they splash in the wind and fall. They keep rushing in, ebbing out, for that's what waves are after all! . .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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