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I was standing at the shoreline with the sea's spray in my face. I was almost drenched by a wave if I was 2-3 feet to the shore.
And as the poet says..."my soul follows like a green dolphin and plays with white and azure..."
I absolutely and utterly love the ocean and beaches.
There's something about them that just speaks to my soul. I also enjoy taking shots of them.
Oh, how I miss the sunshine-y days!
And as John Masefield said:
"...I must go down to the seas again....
And all I ask is a tall ship...
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, and a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying and the flung spray and the blown spume
and the sea-gulls crying..." xx
(Poem: Sea -Fever by John Masterfield, 1878-1967)
And as John Masefield said:
"...I must go down to the seas again....
And all I ask is a tall ship...
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, and a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying and the flung spray and the blown spume
and the sea-gulls crying..." xx
(Poem: Sea -Fever by John Masterfield, 1878-1967)