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The sky is blue, the water green, the sand is white and the Seagulls squawk. The squish between my toes is friendly. Try as hard as I can I find no joy.   The children dash about and mother's call.  The red bathing suit of the toddler shines and is beautiful. The lovers on the blanket kiss, oblivious to my gaze. The sun is strong, the breeze is glorious.  The lifeguard watches the bathers from a ladder high off the ground. I walk, alone, along the shore holding no one's hand. The salt air is filled with the smells of Sunday. You are off to the wars and I am walking to Tipperary. Caroline Shank 10.18.19
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
Walking to Tipperary
The sky is blue, the water green, the sand is white and the Seagulls squawk. The squish between my toes is friendly. Try as hard as I can I find no joy.   The children dash about and mother's call.  The red bathing suit of the toddler shines and is beautiful. The lovers on the blanket kiss, oblivious to my gaze. The sun is strong, the breeze is glorious.  The lifeguard watches the bathers from a ladder high off the ground. I walk, alone, along the shore holding no one's hand. The salt air is filled with the smells of Sunday. You are off to the wars and I am walking to Tipperary. Caroline Shank 10.18.19
Carolineshank
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Carolineshank
79/F/Wisconsin
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
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