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The Beauty of the Sea  

Are we not in a theater?

Watching the sun set behind the fog,

The brilliant colors of the clouds changing

Through the rainbow, and always

The blue sea, its iridescent reflection of the sky,

The pale blue, deep blue, slate blue, electric blue,

The falling sun blazing off it like hand pounded gold.

The wind-made waves like scales of a sea serpent,

Rippling like a flag in the wind. Its depth, our depth, and always, always,

Its beauty.  

Richmond Bay Trail 1-2-12

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