Tourquoise blue of Barbados.
Smooth white sand.
Crashing power of Newfoundland.
Rugged rock.
Calm, gentle stillness of a Muskoka Lake.
Nestled in the woods.
Pounding surf of Lake Huron.
As big as the ocean.
Frogs and crickets singing at our little pond.
Each beckon the writer
in me.
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