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The drumbeats ripples rock,

plunge deeper in to

Sounds.

Found each day in a skiff dory

That overflows with sunrise greetings to make the day shimmer.

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Thank you Richard

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"the remembrance of the fading

season, remembered as if

gone even before it has left,

loss and grief anticipated."

Brought a tear of recognition, thinking of loved one's illness. Reminds me to embrace the time we have left. Thanks Jonathan. ❤️

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Amen, Mary, and thank you

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Beautiful. the mutuality of lives. Something we can never forget..

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Yes— thank you Patris

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the way the boats bob in the waves

tug at the harbormaster's heart

and incite the thought that we

are all the same....Oh glorious!!!

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Thanks so much Ann

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This poem begs for my reflection. Very thought provoking.

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Many thanks Monica. I appreciate your kind attention

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Excellent, Jonathan. The harbor, the changing of the seasons and us. Three peas in a pod.

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Thank you Rod

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So beautiful.

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Thank you MA

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Perfect

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Thanks Jason

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awww i love being the harbormaster!

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