Waves... I imagine the ocean waters in a past place. When I was there the weather was summer's breathing. I walked along the boardwalk and a simmer's wave of ocean tides captured a fuzzy photograph. It has washed away in the tides, but the love remained in the ocean. My Love. Miisrael WinniespoetryLoveNotes'MyOtherSelfSeptember'sRomanceSeptember2022
