St. Andrews Bay has left a mark on me , where jetties battle sea
Summer storm , distant , courtesy of afternoon breeze.
Thunderheads cool white sand , wash , clean and renew thoughts better left to antiquity ......Orange sky ...Lightning , where gulf and sky meet.........
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
St. Andrews Bay has left a mark on me , where jetties battle sea
Summer storm , distant , courtesy of afternoon breeze.
Thunderheads cool white sand , wash , clean and renew thoughts better left to antiquity ......Orange sky ...Lightning , where gulf and sky meet.........
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