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  • In Vineyard Haven, on Martha's Vineyard,
    mostly I love the soft collision here of harbor
    and shore, the subtly haunting briny quality
    that all small towns have when they are
    situated on the sea.

    William Styron

    At sunset, we anchor offshore, ride the slow swell of waves,
    lost in a dreamlike dance of the sea, the soothing surf
    gently foaming on the nearby beach. Roses and honeysuckle

    Perfume the air, mingle with salt and seaweed,
    Gray gulls cry, swoop and circle overhead.
    My skin burns from the sun. I sparkle with salt.

    My hands are red from hauling lines and sails,
    hold memories of wind, and wild blue ocean.
    When night falls, we dive naked into the deep,

    Trailing phosphorescence, flying shadows,
    creating fields of stars, blending into the sea,
    Poseidon’s children, one with this new, luminous world.

    (Photograph by Alex in Greece, in the virtual 3-D world of Second Life)
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