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IMPRESSIONS
On the Cape the breeze is warm. The moon is full and all around us tiny waves skip endlessly and glimmer. The party on the shore is a distant sound... A version of this poem appeared in Pennine Ink, #19, Summer. |
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IMPRESSIONS
On the Cape the breeze is warm. The moon is full and all around us tiny waves skip endlessly and glimmer. The party on the shore is a distant sound... A version of this poem appeared in Pennine Ink, #19, Summer. |