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A red rose lying on a beach chair |
| A white beach chair sits on the sand waiting for a surprise rendezvous. I walk barefooted along the edge of the ocean watching the waves roll in, roll out, and listening to the cry of a lonely gull. Turning my back on the waves I return to the chair, there lying on the seat, with its red petals and green leaves proclaiming a secret admirer’s desire, a rose give my forlorn soul hope. |