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.
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