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Seashore Summer

Faint call of soaring seabird shadowed against burning midday sun. Hazy white wisps suspended low on horizon. Gentle waves barely disturb cerulean surface as they erase footprints oozing across wet sand. Knotted clumps of drying kelp clutter high water line, its salty tang drifting through shimmering heat. Lolloping labrador leaps in pursuit of slowly fluttering flies. Staccato sounds of spade beating bucket in small boy’s sandcastle construction while sun-worshipping parents fondly look on.

 

idyllic weekend

busily doing nothing

echoes of childhood

haibun

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