Thundering waves, voice of the beach.
Our domain...sparkling is the white sand,
a blanket of evolution for our comfort.
Pause with me, be not troubled, command
the powers, deliver your strife upon breaking
waves...take away only tranquility.
Take my hand, sailing we will go,
revisiting the depth, dampened clothes,
sea salt lips...goodbye waves...cliffs from
home...children of La Jolla evermore to be.
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but seeing far beyond it.
John
Blessings,
Christine