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Jun 2014
as I sit here on the beach,
the distant mountains sing to me
a song so faint I wonder if it’s only my imagination.
as I look to the sky,
the lightest shades of blue ease
onto the soft horizon.
and as the tides echo a warm hello,
I think how pleasant it is that time is going by
at  just  the  right  pace.
Martin Prado
Written by
Martin Prado  Bellingham
(Bellingham)   
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