Waves caress the shore and ease a tortured soul. Salty air a taste all to it’s own.The days heat defeated by the evening breeze. A bamboo hut lit by a bare bulb. The sights and smells that rise from the table to greet the senses makes one hunger. A setting second to none for a meal shared.
laid out upon the table
we give thanks
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