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Happy memories of last years visit to Baiona:) |
Clear water lapping upon sands of gold blue sky, no breeze. Feeling the sun, its caressing hold its glistening effect on the seas. Fish and weed that color the scent rocks chiseled by tide and time. Artists palette of colors spent birds that swoop and climb. Absorbing the beauty, soul inspired a moment written in rhyme. All that a heart ever desired intoxicatiing memories, all mine. |