(a re-post)
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And so I have gone down
to the salty, briny air
where the surf tumbles the sand
and the wind combs through my hair,
where the seagulls dip and squabble
and the pocket pools grow warm
and the starfish nuzzle rocks
as the tide begins to turn,
where the sun lights through each wave
as it surrenders to the sea
and the sky steams into purple
and the night spits stars to me.
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(c) 1992, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
Oh…now that sounds like the place to be.
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I agree, Charlie – ’tis the place to be! It’s been awhile since I was there – always a favorite.
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Lovely use of words here, Betty.
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Thank you, kind sir! 🙂
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Love this !
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Willow, thank you! 🙂
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A perfect picture in words ! Hope this finds you well and thriving …
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Thanks, Peter! (Am getting better here… hope you too are doing well. 🙂 )
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Oh just gorgeous Betty. And you have induced a craving for the sea! We went to the coast for the day the other week, perfect sunshine all day and a visit to my sister and husband who were there for the week in their caravan. A perfect day. (Apart from the wheelchair, but I need to be grateful I can go out) 😊. And the night spitting stars is fabulous!
Love and hugs and sunshine.
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Thank you, Christine! So glad you were able to get to the coast – sounds so lovely, and I too am glad you’re able to get out and go places. Especially with family to visit as well. 🙂
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…I love this……..
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Thank you – am glad you liked it!
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