Monday, May 24, 2021

Ethereal

and yet one could hold in one's hand. At least for a moment.
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  1. Susan E. GangelMay 26, 2021 at 12:49 PM

    one twilight as we walked along the water--scent of oysters, sounds of the bay touching the sidewalk under the pier, the evening ahead

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