where neskowin and hawk creeks
join just before emptying
into the pacific, we
stand, my love and i, to eye
the rising sun, the morning
mist, the light reflected on
the wet sand, the rising tide
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Such great imagery, I would ask for directions but you describe it so well I am already there.
A great interpretation of the moment captured in that photo. 👏 Quick question though — what is "neskowin?"