Salty, sandy lips.
White sand, sea-foam green water.
Tumultuous Gulf.
Licking ice cream cones.
Shucking oysters. Slurping beers.
Tanning in the breeze.
Century-old home.
Fried hotdogs. Late night music.
In Sarasota.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Blue Skies
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