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  • Writer's pictureKayla B.

First Blush

The ephemeral glow of the sun,

rising above the ocean.

Light rays reach out, like the hands

of a god offering eternal tranquility.

Gossamer glaze covering

photographs that never do justice to reality.


Shells resplendent, beaming

from their home in the sand.


Houses perched on the dunes,

spellbound by the gentle rush of water.

Seagulls, lackadaisical in manner,

witness to the scene.

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