An ocean of lightwashes awaythe remnants of night,schools of cloudsswirl and fadeand remake themselvesin the currents.Looking upand wonderingwhat the tideof lightwill bring today,washed ashoreon this Monday.Chuckling at the day name,Moon Day,while standing inthe glowof morningand feelingas if I couldstand on the half shell,with long hair wafting,and nymphsin attendance. April 8 #CRFNationalPoetryMonth Today’s graphic prompt was:
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