I sat around for an hour or so that day waiting for the right light, the right wave, the right human, the right water-glazed rock, the right piece of driftwood. Maybe a surfer perhaps.
It devolved to the right tern who sort sort of wandered by looking for the right bit of flotsam for dinner. You just never know. 😊
I love the simplicity of this.
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I sat around for an hour or so that day waiting for the right light, the right wave, the right human, the right water-glazed rock, the right piece of driftwood. Maybe a surfer perhaps.
It devolved to the right tern who sort sort of wandered by looking for the right bit of flotsam for dinner. You just never know. 😊
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