Some mornings the sea holds a mirror up to the rising sun.
The boatmen and the surfers and the fellow with the little camera walking between the sand dunes move, slide, glide across the seaview while the sun reddens her makeup and climbs out of bed.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Seaview
Some mornings the sea holds a mirror up to the rising sun.
The boatmen and the surfers and the fellow with the little camera walking between the sand dunes move, slide, glide across the seaview while the sun reddens her makeup and climbs out of bed.
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