The ceaseless cry of the gulls fills my sun reddened ears.
I sit in a rocking chair that once was white.
The wind teases my hair, running soft fingers through the golden waves.
I close my eyes and breathe in deeply, the salty air filling my nostrils.
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Wow! Excellent description of emotions and scenery. Intense feelings and strong senses build good thought. Nice piece of art, good job. Debbie