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Jul 2016
Drifting back to only
a short time ago.
A place of green forest,
coconuts, mangoes, bananas,
fresh for the taking.

Water blue, then green,
as clouds float overhead,
casting colors as shadows
of light come gleaming
through bright sunlight.

Then comes the setting sun,
with small fishing boats
making a final run,
pulling nets with hopes of
food for family and some extra pesos.
One week back from month in Philippines.
Willard Wells
Written by
Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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