SEA AIR QUIET A MEDITATION FOR PEACE
THE AIR IS HOT AND STILL EVEN ON THE WATER

ARE WE UNDER A SPELL





We sail quietly back to the harbor, filled with the sounds of the water, bells, seagulls.
A remembered peace for today.
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SEA AIR QUIET A MEDITATION FOR PEACE
We sail quietly back to the harbor, filled with the sounds of the water, bells, seagulls.
A remembered peace for today.