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by Michael Escoubas There is gentleness here as the sun recedes behind dwellings drenched in shades of orange and yellow. A touch of blue unites sky and sea and life. Seafoam cuddles rough and rocky surfaces like lovers walking hand in hand absorbed in each other— the caressing of the sea is like a song the lovers sing. Those who live here know the sound of love engendered by the sea's gentle hands.
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