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Santa Monica PierHere on our pier in the evening, my favorite strangers furling their faces in intense concentration over their sinkers and lures. A breeze ambles by, and time doesn't matter a little while longer watching the waves play a deepening medley of purple and red. Eyes linger now and then on a sky that's gently folding the show: a letter put in its envelope to be read again -- tomorrow.© Jon Bohrn (1999) |
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