Early morning and sunlight dances along the bay like a gentle friend. Little orange diamonds on the water. Fishermen all gone home after a long night have left tracks in the sand, and footprints peck the sand like ghost crab holes, sandpipers, terns. The air is still and quiet like times when clouds are gently falling, falling like leaves in autumn through cold air, falling to earth kissed by waves.
Have a beautiful Sunday.
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