When the shore shines most brilliant, white sand blinds my teary eyes and I cannot find the ocean. The sky, too, vanishes. And then I, myself, burned up by the afternoon.
Monday, June 18, 2012
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When the shore shines most brilliant, white sand blinds my teary eyes and I cannot find the ocean. The sky, too, vanishes. And then I, myself, burned up by the afternoon.
Posted by John D. at 7:19 AM
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