Shag Rock

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09/04/2016 by Carl Reynolds

 Low, low tide. Ride across the fronds. Wands of watery welcome. Come to me. Swim round me. Embrace the swell, the salt, the chop as the tide turns. Cooled by the briny bounty, I sway and stroke, escaping the yoke of the everyday.


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