When I am not here
this ocean rolls within my soul.
I sit unnaturally in upholstered chair
and imagine the call of your gulls.
When I am here
to witness your tinctured dawns,
I sprawl on granules of dampened sand,
and savor the salt within your air.
Dawn in Provincetown. Cape Cod, MA.
lillian the home poet 
Lovely and atmospheric.
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The pictures are so lovely!
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…tinctured dawn
Nice.
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