B-Bay
B-Bay suck in air and the rocks disappear tides encompass gulls turn and bicker over morsels a thrashing of beaks the madness of wings thought and sea-eagles compete for altitude the sand in the hourglass has all evaporated and all the while the melody of La Mer for the one-legged tern Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 07:09 AM PST 0 • 10
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