A loners trail is slowly washed away , yet sometimes even the private have their holiday Bare feet covered in warm sand , dressed for sheer comfort , walking the edge of blue ocean with no place to be Picturesque sea , gathering gulls , sailing brown pelicans , forever horizon , white sugar revelry Clarity returning in waves , morning cloud canopies corrected in brash , cresting sunshine
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