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The northest north, the eastest coast;

The coldest crisp, the freshest air,

-Is picture perfect-

Can’t pick your breath out there.



You walk the sand to get up-close.

Your favorite view is where:

Winds blast the waves, obey the force,

Sheer fog splits in the air.



Waves stretch to reach your feet, almost,

Pull back in foamy layers;

Uneven surface, your eyes are lost

Small waves spread sprinkles flare.



The sun is waking from its alcove,

Breaking through the late March skies;

To splash blue shines- highlights above

On clouds, ocean, and your eyes.