stormy weather waves

great poofy clouds 

whisps of sirus

dropped into salty sea gull breath

the stairs down to the sand

if they could talk 

would tell you many things

and that once, it was winter here too 

for a great time

long gone

now the winter never really comes, and the the setting sun is but a rising one..

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