I miss only being a short walk to the beach.
Walking in the foam at the edge of the water, on the sand in my bare footses.
I miss the ironwood trees and the stone boat ramp, and the little bitty islets out at the edge of the lagoon.
The smell of the flowers, and the salty air.
Mountain and desert people will disagree with me, but - there is nothing like it.
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MARINE LOVE
© Angela Treat Lyon 2026