Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Excuse me Ma'm

The bird dances over the soothing blue and rolling white. The waiter asks whether I have been assisted.

The sun kisses the sea. Mist flutters over the distant waves, just a little above, as though for some beautiful purpose as it brushes the sandy green cliff. I look at her: "Of course I have been assisted."

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