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| 4WD country, Swan Beach, Outer Banks, NC |
I loved you,
and you loved him,
and he loved her,
and on and on it goes,
pelagic, ever soon.
And so I leaned upon the wind
and looked for reciprocity
and saw it on the rising swells,
the golden apples of the sun,
the silver apples of the moon.
—last two lines from Yeats
