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Wet Sunset

Waves gently lapping at the sandy shore, The sun hesitant to extinguish it's glow. The palms gently swaying in the night air, Feeling the cool breeze in my hair. Such beauty gently sculpted by nature's hand, Exquisitely crafted, even the glow of wet sand. Reached for my camera to preserve this scene, So wonderful and so very delightfully pristine. Grasped the rum instead and gave a cheer, Sat on boat's edge and soaked it all in my dear. Pontiak (Copyright July 2013)

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