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She faced the sea’s relentless roil, the churning, fuming foam.
She found a quiet in the space
Between the breath of waves, a home.
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Beautiful verse and photograph, thank you for sharing.🌺
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🙂 The photograph was supplied, and the verse … well … thanks! 🙂
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Beautiful, love the imagery, and the finding home in stillness even with constant motion.
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🙂 Thank you. The oceanside is one of those places where one may find that stillness. …
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Yeah, when I was a child I lived 100 feet from an ocean, up a cliff. I miss the sound of the waves on the sand when I would be falling asleep. Thank you for reminding me.
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Wow. Not to promote my own stuff but I wonder if you’d enjoy reading “Emilia”… as it is set in large part to similar.
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