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Tag Archives: Ocean Park
Jake and Phoebe at Ocean Park
Hand in hand across the dune, two friends set out for the beach. Sun warms their calves, turns her hair to gold. As usual, my grandson has a plan. His shoulders square, arms swing wide, bold steps aim at the … Continue reading
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Tagged Family, friendship, Ocean Park
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Eight Minutes Till Sunrise
Sometimes here at Ocean Park, dawn’s early light is more amazing than sunrise itself. Today was a good example. As I rolled over in bed toward the windows at about 5:30 a.m., I saw color in the sky that … Continue reading