I sat on the pier as the harbour lights began to glisten on the stillness of the water
Boats tied up and their catches embarked, the smell of the ocean so strong
Teak stained decks being washed
And the sound of gulls beginning to echo in the distance
I shut my eyes as the sun was setting above me
Opening them to see a red and warm sky
Delightful
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