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Escaping smoke spiraled
from a dying fire destined
to leave behind ash laden
cold pieces of coal; weak tides
slowly sneaked back out to sea;
sand crabs scooted over crystals
Above, the smiling sun
kissed the waiting breast
of the lovely horizon—both
fading into the evening shadow
In the distant east above,
full moon began to peep out;
below, her glow reflected off
the back of a mother turtle
slowly strolling the shoreline
Despite the chilled ocean breeze
accompanying the canvassing of it all,
we enjoyed the seasons’ transition:
wrapped in the night’s serene beauty
