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At the beach as we sit on cold damp rocks

and I run my fingers through your silky black hair

look into your deep brown eyes

and kiss your soft lips

seagulls fly above squaking

and squeaky swings sway in the salty wind

waves crash and cars pass

then before we know it

purple and orange take over the sky

and the day comes to an end

but it's alright

because I spent the day with the one I love

at the beach

   

I wrote this poem for a 9th grade English assingment,it's about me and my now husbands

favorite spot at the beach.

 

another multiple exposure

  

Thanks to Pareeerica for the light leak texture!

 

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Taken on July 5, 2010