| Night sea, like a lost child, Wandering to and fro; Rumbling into forever, With no place to go. Yielding to the foam-capped waves, And pressing on with speed; Feeling the need to hurry, Rushed by envy and greed. Tugging against the moon’s command, Not wanting to let go; For once released into the night, Never a soul shall know. |
| Against the Tide |
| This photograph was taken at Huanchaco Beach in Peru. |
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