Watching the rolling waves after the thunder storm, soothing to the ear but still heavy with dampness. My forehead dripped and my breathing slowed. Still, leaning on the railing I looked at the magnificent performance take place…just for me.
Hear them laugh
In the middle of the night
Chasing petticoats
Giddy as can be
White ruffles of the sea
(c) Tournesol ’18/07/14
Beautiful!!!!!
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