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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.
TheseKrimzonFlames Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2010  Professional Writer
*adds this one too, just cause* :D
inpenguin Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
A return?
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