The beach will cry Atlantic salt,

The weathered boards will house shore town cruisers with handlebar basket storage,

The wind will sing songs and invigorate new being into any passerby,

The calm nights will manufacture soothing particles that release upwards to the moon.

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Poetry about Strange Cars or maybe a fictional novel journal about a Dioramist protagonist who struggles with a passion for writing and a former love? Be sure to check out my published wares on Amazon if you’re interested.

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