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Water ripples
as it sweeps by,
The cat tails
shake, for their hips don’t lie.
Where the blue
skies meet the ground,
The wind tickles
the Long Island Sound.
The elegance
of nature seen in one simple shot,
The beauty of
my inspiration is caught.
When I come
home to this sacred place,
I can’t help
but to marvel in its grace.
When my life appears
to unravel,
There is only
a short distance to travel.
For within these
rods I have grown,
These beaches
are where I’m at home.
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