Time moves on, the seasons turn, I watch and ride the waves...
Sunset at Seaside, Oregon as another full year draws to a close. But it will never really be gone, as I have lived it, and it is written in my bones to remember the highs and lows as life moves on.
A gentle feather blown about, nestled atop the rocks. Soon it will be lifted by a breezy beach wind or tumbled by a rising tide.
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