We walked the beach at sunset Small waves lapped the shore Cool air blew in our faces The creek was where we turned around, but Not before we watched the sun drop Below the western horizon The sky was brilliant with color The wind picking up was at our back We call this living Some wonder what yoopers do Stanislaus Kuperski the Firski aka Stanski July 8, 2021 ^
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Steve Haarman 