Morning Mist lay thick, Blanketing the far shores of cobalt bay. Stark spars thrust upwards From darker hulls--ethereal shadows. From the old wooden boathouse a graying pier stretches an arm, Straining to catch any rays of warmth.
Morning Mist lay thick, Blanketing the far shores of cobalt bay. Stark spars thrust upwards From darker hulls--ethereal shadows. From the old wooden boathouse a graying pier stretches an arm, Straining to catch any rays of warmth.
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Morning Mist lay thick, Blanketing the far shores of cobalt bay. Stark spars thrust upwards From darker hulls--ethereal shadows. From the old wooden boathouse a graying pier stretches an arm, Straining to catch any rays of warmth.
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Glinted on the cobalt bay. Morning mist lay thick, Blanketing the far shores, Shrouding the summer sailboats In a mantle of pale winter white. Stark spars thrust upwards From darker hulls—ethereal shadows.
From the old wooden boathouse
A graying pier stretches an arm, Straining to catch any rays of warmth. At its far end, huddled against the blue chill, A solitary sentinel watches. . .waiting. . .