The wind tells many tales
To her the wind is like the golden light

The poetry of hands, 42

There_it_is There it is! / Long Beach Island, NJ

This was the auspicious evening when we gathered up high on the crow's nest and the giant red ball of the setting sun was lost in the clouds to the west so we turned to the east and thought we saw the familiar dark forms of dolphins in the water moving past us when suddenly a huge round, white-bellied whale heaved itself straight up and out of the water, danced a moment above, and then crashed and splashed back into the depths leaving us all staring in wonderment.

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