The morning air is moist and
expectant and smells like frothy
white waves pushing sand between
bare toes. when I close my eyes
I feel the briny breeze, the familiar cries
of gulls floating between here
and there.
The morning air is moist and
expectant and smells like frothy
white waves pushing sand between
bare toes. when I close my eyes
I feel the briny breeze, the familiar cries
of gulls floating between here
and there.
Charlotte Hamrick 
This is lovely…Just the kind of thing for the beginning of summer.
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Thanks! It is one of those days when you can smell the gulf. It makes me crave the beach!
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🙂 Yes indeed!
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This is truly lovely – how I long for mornings like that.
Anna :o]
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Aren’t we lucky that they come along just when we need them? Good to see you, Anna!
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