Saturday, May 21, 2016

harbor fog

The sight of the harbor floods me with memories of warm humid nights, rocking slowly along with the lapping of the waves. We gazed over the harbor at the lights of the town from the deck of the small boat, and then up at the stars. We were naked. We were young. We were wild. We were free.
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