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Aug 2020
Sand. Seagrass. Wind.
You are fed.
Solitude for breakfast.
I am constantly taking pictures. It is rare you see me without my camera. I use many of them in my poetry blog. This poem for instance, has a wide expanse of dunes and seagrass from Cape Cod at it's header.

People constantly ask me “Why do you take so many pictures?”

Because they help me remember.  

Tom
Tom Atkins
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Tom Atkins
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