Nags Head 2005

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea –
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me
— Sara Teasdale

I have been going through some old images and sorting them year by year so I will start with March, 2005

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