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| The Folly River |
High tide in September, and it's a sea of glass. I do suppose the most beautiful tides are those that tip-toe in with the waxing moon...the surface so perfect it looks like a just-iced cake. It creeps over the hardly ever flooded bits of marsh in total silence.
And. It. Is. So. Perfect.
Sometimes that waxing moon leans over and dips its smile low to the earth and does what the moon does best. It reflects.
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