The waves were lapping
against the current,
the wind driving them, creating an undulating
cross-hatch
pattern of such beauty.
So I stood there for
awhile , as a flock of white birds on the opposite shore fed and fluttered. I
stood, listening to the wind
in the trees, watching the current sweep all
things toward
the ocean and beyond.
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