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Sunday, March 11, 2012

I could stare forever...

The liquid foam spray, glorious
cherry on top of the surface. The
ocean sings such a complex but
simple and explicitly endless form.

It folds over itself,
it so delicately spreads;
floating gold... yet purest of white.
Chop, roll and graceful tumble.
White caps, you look so delicious.

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