The Jersey Shore

In another country, on someone else’s land, transcendantal, the gold shore glimmers under a heavy sun. Seagulls stand stoic amidst the waves that break with routine vigor – watching, waiting, patient.

A hush of rebirth is carried forward by today’s ceaseless ocean breeze and a pair of lovers are spotted in the distance.


They walk together, hand in hand. They write secret messages to each other with their feet in the sand.


Sometimes, though, they stray appart.

He is driven to explore the heights of wonder.


While she must investigate the widths of wander.



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