I wake to the sound of
seagulls laughing,
they float against the
sky riding currents
from another land.
The air is moist and
smells of the Gulf,
memories of sand and waves.
I wake to the sound of
seagulls laughing,
they float against the
sky riding currents
from another land.
The air is moist and
smells of the Gulf,
memories of sand and waves.
Sweet, the beach is the best:)
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This was perfectly understated – and perfectly stated.
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this is sweet, and such a beautiful moment you let me share :)
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Very nice!
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How wonderful to wake up to the laughter of seagulls! I imagine they were still flying in remnants of dreams and memories.
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It is! I often hear and watch the gulls flying overhead and I really do smell the gulf on certain days. We aren’t all that far from the gulf. I love the ocean.
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