An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet.
The chaos part will become evident straight away.
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Easton's Beach November
morning chill of fall
breeze subsides and sun provides
brief summer echo
wavelets lapping on the sand
warmth of sun on face and hands
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