The poetry of hands, 42
Seagull cease your sneaky snitching

To her the wind is like the golden light

Blue_light Summer Solstice early evening light / Wildwood, NJ

This was the summer day when the ocean wind whipped around and around and around, changing directions every few minutes; from the east, from the south; one minute cold, the next minute warm; change was literally, in the air.


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