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With sun bursting through clouds it's harder to find your way. The hazy,
pin stripes paint the day in a yellow tinted mask that makes everywhere seem
like home.

And I know it's only a backdrop, yet I chase the setting star up Telegraph Hill. There,
I find the souls of men who shared my passion for the lighthouse and the city
it welcomes.

This is where I find my reason and this is where that reason becomes a life. The ocean,
my quill and my eyes fill with words of waves and salt water foam breaking on
the sand.

The rays soon give way to twinkles of light in a blackened sky. The haze,
turned to smokey wisps of fire spark flickers and midnight chants of the
Summer Solstice.

I know tomorrow will bring another sun, another day of greens and blues. The ocean,
her tides and unforgiving moon will again write a song that plays the night sky like
a harp.

Melodies of the start of a season and the beginning of new life continue on. Here,
where we find the melding of souls and the image of horses and lives frozen in time,
is home.
Forsythia13*
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TheseKrimzonFlames Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2010  Professional Writer
*adds this one too, just cause* :D
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inpenguin Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
A return?
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