The water was green at the edges, dark gray and choppy farther out. The fog was thick. The waves hit again and again with stately fierceness, a repetitive lift and dissolution. The spray rose high and fell in planes over the rocks. Oh, love. Her outline was sturdy but on the verge of possible trouble as she leaned so low to pockets of quiet water.
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Date: 2004-10-18 09:04 am (UTC)This is beautiful.