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A Sailor's Fieldstone

A smiling conch sprays a laughing face as dimming sunlight glimmers off the water's edge. Breezes come and go, like tides, waves and smiles. Mellow wakes and bursting chop, all the season's glory, all the season's salts. Summer leaves the beach we love, blowing homeward.
           -- The Captain @ CCSC