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Coastal sunset

It was windy wild – sunset on the California coast

we watched the birds seemingly fly backwards

seagulls and brown diving pelicans

I sat wrapped in a woven blanket

dreaming I was a coastal Indian

from the north land, Haida or Tlingit

as the wind bit my cheeks quite red

barefoot, we sank in the cooling sands

watching the final flashing, glassy sun

firewater reflecting on the darkened lands

the sky swallowing the sailing light away

the half moon askew above the bay

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