First light
Angry sea winds up from the east
Gulls waken and soar
Sharp smell of overripe grapes on the moor
Warblers passing through
The end of a visit with misunderstandings
Feelings like the angry chur of a Carolina wren
Saltbush fluff whirling
The darkness brightens to pinkish above the leaden sea
A new day
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