My Eyes Are Hungry�

2003-07-22

The drive up the coast was foggy. We expected nothing else of our time, so we were not surprised that it was grey.

Still, there was beauty.

We stopped several times and walked on the beach. Sun or rain, the waves rolled up on the shore.

But now and then the sun broke through . . .

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And I was happy to be where I was. I kept thinking to myself. . .'My eyes have been hungry, and now they are fed. . .'

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