Overheard … at the edge of the Gulf

September 14, 2008 § 9 Comments

The call and chatter of seagulls, the slap of pelicans punching into the water, the low whistle of the wind picking up … there were no other sounds, none that mattered.

As for the owner of the bike, was he gone? or gone fishing?
(photo taken at Redington Pier)

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